Things that you say and you don’t
I often wonder which is truer.
Do I believe what you say?
But, I still hear what you don’t say
Like the wind that refreshes me.
And, I know I still can’t see.
The words that go unuttered ring deeper
Wiping those I hear and that are obvious.
I sift between lines, endlessly.
To unearth the unsaid, in vain
Things that you say and you don’t
I often wonder which is truer.
It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
The unsaid, doubtless...
ReplyDeletelisten with your eyes and soul
and you'll hear the truth resound
loud and clear...