Silence

If I knew that silence was this marvellous,

I would have asked for it

on starless nights and merciless mornings,

I would have asked for it each time words created a din

in my mind,

eluding even the purest of my thoughts and emotions,

If I knew that silence was this rhapsodic

I would have allowed it to engulf me in its symphony,

something that we wouldn’t have possibly created without

spitting vitriol,

but what if this silence deprives me of words

and the flair of creating them,

would I still embrace silence then?

or would I end up giving you all my leftover words?

Tune of the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL4uhaQ58Rk

An Unsung Song.

I remember the first time I saw you,

I was younger, and so were you,

The lights, like you, were at a proximity which was morosely faraway.

There was music in my head, which kept me oblivious to everything around,

Maybe even to the music that was played in the coffee shop.

Reticence and silence were lying astray in the air between us,

Like an unsung song whose lyrics I knew, but never the tune.

But even before we realized, we build a fort around awkward hushes and masked emotions,

The secret path to this fort, as someone once said, was not giving in to the urges.

We could have given in to it. Maybe we should have,

Instead, we made a deal with our mystical little minds,

To replace our hearts desires with vague reassurances and unsure answers.

Because in a battle between wants and needs, we were neither,

Maybe we were in-between but never enough to create symphonies.

Going back to the day when we first met, I now realize that,

Love was never our cup of tea,

It never was our humble abode.

Words Versus Silence.

Words come easy to me.

But when I'm with you, I don't fill the silence with words.

As we sit at the corner of a coffee shop away from the world,

The darkness of the place, the pretty lights dangling up above,

Everything is perfect, but I don't try to fill the silence with words.

We laugh over the things that remain unsaid, we smile over the

thoughts that run in our heads.

You ask me to spill them out loud, but I don't feel the need to fill the

silence with words.

As I circle my fingers over a cup of coffee, I know your eyes are on me.

You look like you mean to say something but your lips twitch into a smile instead.

Neither do you fill the silence with words nor do I.

Words do come easy to me.

But when I'm with you, it's mostly silence that engulfs me.

In Due Course!

“Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.” 

― Anne Morrow Lindbergh

They bonded over coffee and peanut butter smoothies, under the starlit nights, and over several texts and calls. They talked and laughed over copious amounts of coffee; he deciphered her silence like he knew the back of her hand. They both had interesting minds, and they spoke those minds to each other.

Even without any hint of pretence or trying to appear likable, they seemed to get along well. She took him to the places he has never been before; he told her the things she had never heard before. She always had a song playing in her hand for any situation; he had a logical statement for any situation.

Sometimes, she did not talk much; sometimes, he did not listen much. 

If he made an effort, it was misunderstood.

If she made an effort, it went unnoticed.
And if words were her forte, indifference was his.

The conversations were stimulating as ever, albeit, they dropped over time. 

"This won't work, you know?"

"Yes!"

They laughed over it, and pushed it aside like it never happened. Things changed, eventually. The bond faded, in due course.

Sooner or later, this was meant to happen, she said to herself.
It was all a fallacy, he said to himself.

The isolated coffee shop embraced her solitude, again.
Ironically, seclusion was just his wilderness.

When all was said and done, they moved on with their lives.

Things ended, even before they began.