Monday, October 31, 2011

What have I got to say?


What have I got to say...
Is it simple…or perhaps, convoluted
Is it worth a thousand words…
Or, a silent smile…

Will someone hear it…
Amongst the din of people dying
Amongst agony…hunger…lust…life…
Should I be heard?

What is it that I am saying…
That hasn’t been felt before…
Insignificant words…for an indifferent multitude
Who cares…

Yet, I fill these pages
Waiting…to find that word…
That stirs the water under the bridge…
And, reminds you of rain on a dark night

Like a blind traveller…
In the boulevard of words
I feel each word with awe…and pen down a few…
Someday…someone…will find a meaning…I just keep writing

3 comments:

Honeybee said...

Probably the first time when there are no comments on your four-day-old blog-post. Perhaps, not everyone can pen down the words they feel with awe.
Perhaps, not every time are words felt expressible in any language known.. for its in their irrationality that they are so profound.

Liked your post, yet I know you're capable of better..

Freak-a-bird said...

This one describes what every person who writes feel most of the times...always finding a meaning to words and when we fail to find the meaning we just keep writing as eventually the words being so profound find a meaning for themselves.

Another brilliantly done post. :D

Panchali said...

I shall speak even to deaf ears,
I shall write even if pages are torn.
I will speak the unspoken and write the unwritten for I know... "Someday...someone...will find a meaning..."