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Silent Words



Words  rising to the lips
From the depths of the heart
Held back as prisoners.
They’re not free to leave
Or live.

Squashed they must be
The desire they contain within themselves
Squelched with no trace
For they belong neither to you
Nor me.

Yet they strive
To exist within boundaries
Refusing to die
But struggling to live
Suffocated.

They rise like smoke
Spread against the sky
Forming letters bit by bit
That can only be felt within the soul
Silent words.


Each of the letters
Contain a world of their own
True to the deepest core
Yet unsaid, unexpressed
So pure yet so tainted

Unable to be quiet
Any longer
They scream in anguish
Echoes scream back
‘I love you too’.

© 2010 Preeti Shenoy

For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.

Comments

  1. Very nice!
    love it!!!

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  2. Lovely :) When I read the first few lines, got this feeling that the poem had something to do with anger and anger within but the last line was a googly :)

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  3. Vairy well done ;)

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  4. Caterpillar, Sucheta, Varun and Harman: thank you! :)

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  5. The flow of emotional conflicts is too good.
    Love your symbolic picture - that summarizes it all! Was that the inspiration behind the poem??
    As always, very nicely written, Preeti!

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  6. Brilliantly written. Love it :)

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  7. last line was the surprise :)
    lovely poem ..

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  8. nice blog...

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  9. Awesome Preeti!!! Last paragraph was, well, very surprising...was not expecting this end...

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  10. Out of all the artistic n other talents you have - blogging, art, portraiture, etc....I find your poetry the most poignant. And I feel it comes from a place deep within you. The first time I read it, it's disturbing....which makes me want to read it again and then truly put it into perspective.

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  11. Phew ! Heck of a poem. I suppose we can read many meanings into it.

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  12. love or hatred.you get back what you give right?the end of the poem gives a very positive feeling.so true.very nice.

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  13. soooo niceee!! Love it!

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  14. Greetings!! I just finished reading your latest book- "Life is What You Make it.." and honestly, enjoyed reading it till the last word...
    I liked a few of your poems very much.. And this is one of them.. I'm eagerly waiting to read your next book.. :)

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