CULTURE OF BEING SILENT

My words flow,
they converse,
but among themselves..

sawdust of emotions
covers the brain..
and circumstances
wind the hands..

my eyes are still open..
tired..
looking down at feet..
and solving some equations..
i fume..
but keep my mouth shut..


perky evenings attract me,
I struggle to fly out,
some hands are caging me..
I roar inside,
but keep my mouth shut..

they come to me,
and say,'don't worry child, he's there'.
I fulminate
and give smile,
but keep my mouth shut..

They call me mulish
i duck myself
from their words..
and keep mouth shut..

I try to move ahead..
my words are still stagnated..
there..

there... wherever mouth was shut..

now, words come together..
have monologue,
they conspire..
and flow on paper..

they talk..
they scream..
about 'culture of being silent'

harshada vinaya