Sometimes all I hear is Silence.

As I look up at the orange sun
Trying to escape the chaotic run,
Amidst the cacophony of life ,
Sometimes all I hear is silence.

Silence reverberates, speaking volumes
Of unuttered words, of distant cries
Of helplessness that takes refuge,
Shrieking out that alone I must strive.

When my mind raises a thousand questions
Trying to wake a sleeping conscience
In the ensuing silence, I find my response.
Realizing that I must move on.

Warning me of the obscure and verbose
As an emollient it soothes and consoles.
Amidst the abysmal world that surrounds,
Allures the soul towards something profound.

© Bilquis Fatima

6 thoughts on “Sometimes all I hear is Silence.

  1. Amita Paul

    A reflective , self- analytical poem , that explores the nature of contemporary reality and strives to find the best path forward . The form is that of a dramatic monologue, similar to Hamlet’s famous speech that begins :
    “ To be or not to be : that is the question
    Whether it’s nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
    And by opposing, end them.”
    It’s the eternal existential dilemma .

      1. Amita Paul

        Sorry , I think it’s a soliloquy, not a dramatic monologue, for there is no one else present to hear , so it’s self reflective . I think I made a mistake in classification both of Hamlet’s speech and your poem , but the similarity exists even if both are soliloquies.


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