The Noise I Carry Poem by Aarzoo Mehek
The Noise I Carry
The noise I carry
Is the breeding ground
Of superfluous dramatization
And cluttered burdensome contemplation
I discard it in the trash canister
The moment I realize the damage
It does to my persona.
© Aarzoo Mehek
The cacophony of all the disturbing thoughts make our life unliveable. It is quite a task to banish these noises and make peace with oneself. Once this is achieved, spring sets in in our lives
(Part-2) We hear so many sounds- -News from T, V, People' debates and discussions, neighbours' and relative's advice and so on.We too have our own thoughts and our desire to sit in peace or listen to our favourite music.But the outer sound is so high and domineering that we fail to listen our own voice and become restless.It takes a lot of effort to close our ears to disturbing sound and contemplate on our own inner peace.
The noise I carry Is the breeding ground Of superfluous dramatization And cluttered burdensome contemplation- - - - -
Peace comes as whispers and restlessness comes as a noise. A lovely thought nicely presented in a nice poem.
cluttered burdensome contemplation I discard it in the trash canister the relentless noise in me shatters my inside disturbing my contemplative moments supposed to lead me into the world of peace and serenity. tony
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10/14/2024 7:43:36 AM # 1.0.0
A very good decision to say no to noise and move on.