Rooms Of Silence Poem by ashok jadhav

Rooms of Silence
The chairs sit in patient stillness,
their backs unpressed, their cushions cold.
Rooms breathe quietly, heavy with absence,
echoing laughter that will not return.
I walk through halls that remember
footsteps that have vanished,
touch walls that held warmth
now only capable of silence.
Windows frame the world outside,
but no eyes meet them from within,
and even the air seems to hesitate,
afraid to disturb the hush.
Every object holds a memory,
every corner whispers a name,
and the emptiness grows louder
than any voice could ever be.
I linger among the unused rooms,
carrying grief in each hollow space,
learning that absence is not nothing,
but a weight that sits in the bones,
patient, enduring, and infinitely still.