Prachi Gogte

The Quiet - Poem by Prachi Gogte

ohh the quiet
standing still like a heavy curtain
like dust on an old carpet
like the photograph of a scream
like if time was to pause all of a sudden
like if noone responded to anything u said or did
like if no one felt ur touch

would you scream for help
n yearn for the lost causality

what if you were unable to loose ur energy
what if noone was there to absorb it in

what would u do
would u hold on to that precious moment
when in this chaotic reality
u could hear nothin except for you
when the universe seemed still except for you...

Comments about The Quiet by Prachi Gogte

  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/8/2012 9:29:00 PM)

    nothing is absolutely still when they instill hopes for wonderful poetry like this one...well done (Report) Reply

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  • (4/13/2012 8:01:00 PM)

    I don't like mispelled words or foreshortened ones in poetry as a rule..but, I can forgive it here, because of the talent factor..and the near to the mystical face of this writing which feels addictive. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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