When the gypsy in me
Could no longer flee
Hypocrite to myself I
now seem
While strangling, one
by one, my own dreams
And amidst all this
uprooting disquiet
I felt my soul going discreetly
quiet
When people who so
near
Could no longer hear
My insides tearing
apart
Tiny pieces crumbling
from my heart
And amidst all this
uprooting disquiet
I felt my soul going discreetly
quiet
When friendships that
were strong
Made you feel all
wronged
Facades that I couldn’t
break
Trust even was put at
stake
And amidst all this
uprooting disquiet
I felt my soul going discreetly
quiet
When everything
around seemed hazy
Madness inside
reached a new level crazy
Control on life was
unheard of
Once silent waters
now seemed rough
And amidst all this
uprooting disquiet
I felt my soul going discreetly
quiet
Because your soul has
a way
To make you hear which
aloud you can't say
It withers from the
insides
Without making much
noise
And amidst all this
uprooting disquiet
You can feel your
soul going discreetly quiet
Written for MagpieTales # 258
Written for PoetryJam – Silence
Imaginary Garden -
The Tuesday Platform
That last stanza really summed it up for me.
ReplyDeletewhen we can not follow our passions
ReplyDeleteor be who we are anymore, it does draw your soul to silence
and that can be hard to face....
I like the repetition of this, and I think sometimes the soul does understand the need for going discreetly quiet.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and quite sad. Is this a known formal style poem? I enjoy the repeated lines.
ReplyDeleteA touching poem that leaves nobody unmoved. Superb and touches every human nerves, Jyotsna:)
ReplyDeletesoul withering from inside is sad indeed....i like the repetitions too....
ReplyDeleteWhen we stop searching for happiness outside, may be that is when the real journey begins... Ethereal...
ReplyDeleteThis is sad but i feel also a contentment within it. Makes you want to delve deeper.
ReplyDeleteThe hidden soul always remains hidden and quiet while the unreal I masquerades as real self.
ReplyDeleteNice poem.
I like the repetitions and the way you have put it. But its sad
ReplyDeletea soul withdrawing into itself, will whisper to its ego, you just have to listen, really
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Tuesday
much love...
there are so many external and internal challenges to being oneself, to becoming the self one wishes to be.
ReplyDeletewe all traverse our paths in different ways and most end up short of where they wish to be but i think that's because we lose sight of ourselves while looking back and forward and not appreciating ourselves as we are in the present.
this was an insightful piece and well penned through repetition.
gracias for sharing
When the soul speaks it can be a whisper and it can be loud and clear. A lovely write indeed! :-)
ReplyDeleteI love the repetition… perhaps a quiet soul is only waiting to be noticed?
ReplyDeleteFantastic from wonderful title, to repeated closing lines of each stanza, to its culmination. Such truth. I especially love "tiny pieces crumbling from my heart".
ReplyDeleteNice rhyming and repetition.
ReplyDeleteNice depth, fabulously filtered in the last stanza.........
ReplyDeleteThe repeat in this is haunting.
ReplyDeleteI love your refrain line.
ReplyDeleteWow! The last stanza really hit me. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteTouching words. Nicely expressed.
ReplyDeleteCan relate :)
Very heavy, I know this feeling.
ReplyDelete"When people who so near
ReplyDeleteCould no longer hear"
that is lonely indeed! Very moving.
What an amazing, well composed and written poem. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteAgree with Bjorn - a good finish ~
ReplyDeleteLoved it.
ReplyDeleteA haunting piece ... what a play of words ... awesome.
ReplyDeletehi .. sorry to be so irregular on reading your blogs !
ReplyDeletenice play of words :)