Language is perhaps the only way
To reach the deep inner recesses
But deaf heart hardly gets perturbed
By the effusive string of words
If I rummaged through the vocabulary
Still unused in my love confessions
How many words would I still dig out
That might stir the depths of a glacier
Would silence be the new writer
Of the bond that failed to name itself
May be silence would be the perfect epilogue
Where words failed to structure a plot.
Would silence be the new writer? This very question creates ripples. Superb!
Nosheen, you are a romantic in the purest sense of the word. You words never fail to warm the heart. Even when I'm having a gloomy day, your poetry brings some sunshine. Sincere THX!
A perfect silence, pregnant with meaning. a novel idea for poetry already, practised in some films by, Bette Davis. Lovely and deep poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I continue to love the deep meaning of this poem Top 5