Words and Silence

Picture Courtesy: https://theconsciousprocess.files.wordpress.com/

I wasn’t looking for anything

For I was blinded by my own tears,

And so when life passed by in a carriage

I just knelt down to pray.

I brought my hands together

and looked up but could not see

For there were still residue from my past

At the corner of my eyes.

I looked down trying to remember again

The words I had been taught

The words I so gaily recited in front of an idol

Every festival and sundays and holidays

With vermilion marking a sun on my forehead.

I still have the red on my face

But I can’t say if it’s blood or just color

And I can’t remember words.

So I just sit down on the pavement,

Silent, forsaken and distorted.

They say you live with your own thoughts.

I have none, because I don’t remember the words.




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s