Under the ambit of a million seraphic screeching stars
A quiet gentleman conceals his emotional scars.
Like an iceberg, floating in the endless oceans
Others fail to understand the beauty of his hidden emotions.
While the moonlight streams like pale fading dreams
The gentleman drowns in the trance of his silent screams.
He closes his eyes and the galaxies drop dead
As he dances with demons inside his head.
The gentleman isn’t a cold lifeless stone
but he’s around people who make him feel alone.
Perhaps his silence is his only comforting friend
Hence rather than lamenting, a fake smile is easier to pretend.
The silent sufferer feels like a misfit in this world
Where his true existence perhaps shall never get unfurled.
He keeps his insecurities buried, raging within
For others see his presence merely as a social sin.
Yet trapped in the tormenting prison of his silence
While he’s tortured by others’ judgemental violence.
He gathers his broken spirit, he quietly chooses to depart
As his silent tears bleed from his helpless heart.
In countless ways, he tried communicating with people every day
But perhaps they were deaf to what he wanted to say.
Perhaps the insensitive souls were heartlessly blind
To the fact that the quiet gentleman had, in fact, the loudest mind.
Note: “I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred ways” – Rumi. Yes, sometimes silent souls speak to us in countless ways but often we tend to ignore the beauty of their thoughts. Through this poem, I want to express how emotionally tormenting it can be for someone whose feelings are deep and intense like a bottomless ocean… yet people ignore and abandon them, just witnessing the tip of the iceberg. It’s absolutely heartwrenching…. for the person if we fail to fathom the true magnitude of their existence. Perhaps we should try to value and understand a person’s silence, as much as we probably would try to comprehend their words.
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