Amorphous musings

reticence misconstrued as aloofness

loquaciousness assumed as friendliness

why does amiability need to be verbose

silence can be sincere and not sinister

Please let me be...

I want to become increasingly silent,

especially on the outside,

I don’t want to be dragged

into the clamour of noises around me.

I want to remain untouched

by all the brouhaha around me, about me.

I want to remain stable, balanced,

in spite of everything.

I want to watch, I want to listen.

I want to remain silent.

I want to be ‘allowed’ to remain silent.

I don’t want to worry

about how people might judge me

for wanting to be left alone.

I want to creep inside me,

deep within the

innermost recesses of the mind .

And I want to remain there.

No heal, no repair

That the written word

could reverberate  loud

louder than thunder

That the written word

could scorch right through the soul

leaving in its wake raw , acrid blisters

That the written word

could leave one writhing

in painful anguish

That the written word

could fester and foment

as scratches on the heart

for a long time to come...