Voice of silence

Monday, December 10, 2007

My Answer

She called an autumn,

With no spring awaiting.

She called a poetic interlude,

Which should end.

She named it a friendship,

Which has withered..

She knows, like all wise women,

I am fumbling ,

with endless questioning.

I called her secretive,

She would, alas, be secretive.

I am not supposed to reply,

I should let time fly by,

Ghosh, I give my sigh.

Oh I forget it should end quietly,

Its her wish and I comply helplessly

It didn’t because I wrote something.

Tabula rasa ,nihilism and nothing.

She said, I drew a line ,

in the sands of time.

The line was she

Which was awashed in the sea.

With shock,disbelief and sarcasm

I tell thee,

"How could you be so wrong?

The line was drawn by you and not me?"

I will tell you the only answer.

The answer which will demystify,

the mystified.

The answer will question,

The unquestioned.

It is an answer

with lot of questions,

full of sadness,pain and hopeless notions.

The answer , my only friend.

The answer, my soul mate.

The answer, my fate.

It is my Silence.


Blogger Arnav said...

Hey Dude.........great poem man.....keep it up.......I like the effect produced by using a minimal pallete of words......Its slow, and in perfect rhythm; and thats wat a gud poem should be like...it should arrest one's attention by using as little words as possible and this one does!! Keep it up man and keep writing!!!!!

Arnav(aka Ostrobogulous)

11:34 PM  
Blogger arjun said...

Thank u mate.This poem is inspired by a real life incident,which happened a couple of days back.I am very philosophical after the incident.There is lot of realism in it.I am still questioning realism and life.

5:42 AM  
Blogger Nivipooh said...

It was an amazing poem
I liked it a lot I would surely would like to know what this means"Tabula rasa ,nihilism".
So completely true..deepness of the whole idea.. i liked it a lot.

10:58 AM  
Blogger arjun said...

Well,tabula rasa is the blankness in my state of mind which I tried to sketch in my poetry.Nihilism s a philosophical position which argues that Being, especially past and current human existence, is without objective meaning, purpose, comprehensible truth, or essential value.I had become cynical and couldn't see hope thats why the term "nihilism".Mind you, the girl was never my girlfriend:)

5:17 AM  
Blogger Winnie the poohi said...

loved this poem.. incidentally..I have written something on similar lines.. the link is :


1:27 PM  
Blogger Anusha said...

Hey Long time since I visited your blog. was pleasantly surpirsed oh Silent one :)

Patwardhan Park is located on Linking road opp national college.

Will visit again later and comment more then. keep up the great work :)

1:06 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Your silence belies the depth of your persona,
Such a happy smile, such twinkling eyes
What do they camouflage,
A tender heart soft as the petals of a rose,
Waiting for love, hesitant to move forward, not wanting to move back
Open your mind to the limitless possibilities
Let yourself fly.

2:37 PM  

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