chelliah pandian


She Wields Her Silence Like A Brush - Poem by chelliah pandian

she wields her silence like a brush
painting the magnum opus
of pain and more pain
on the canvas of my heart.

My tears add tinge
to the heavy melancholy
of the lonely spots of ink
as she paints effortlessly.

The pain is red or black
she wonders, and sprays
copius silence around it
as my heart slowly dies.

She wields her silence like a brush
the painting is complete
she leaves the paint in my heart
to dry forever, in solitude


Comments about She Wields Her Silence Like A Brush by chelliah pandian

  • Rookie Pandian Chelliah (6/17/2011 12:01:00 PM)

    Thank you Colm Hayes. Thanks for your kind words :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 1 Points Colm Hayes (6/13/2011 4:39:00 PM)

    Very good analogy, interesting and well written.10 out of 10. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011


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