chani

Silent Recorder

 

SILENT RECORDER

Hoping to ease my mind
I opened my diary
to pen down my thoughts.
Before writing another page
went through some random pages.

Explores million moments
of waiting, agony and grief.
Page to page full of
mixed up memories of
his insults and rudeness,
cruelty from his iron hands.

All about the storms we face
All about flash of lightning
occasional softness and smoothness
and about never noticed growing rain drops
at the corners of my eyes.

And it's all about
how I tried to impress
my need for you,
my reactions for your rudeness
expressions of my frustration
anger for not being reasonable.

What a silent record of life...

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    That silent record should be no longer silent, if that person knows how you feel they may change into a loving soul full of compassion.

    • chani

      Thank you so much for the comment. If you really felt what I meant to express, while reading this poem,.I am happy



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