Words fall away sometimes. I don't know. They don't always have the escape route, sometimes they get blocked, and lost. Not like thoughts, thoughts are smoky anyway, they fill any container, they don't escape, they just drift about. They find ways, paths. Not words, words are solid, with shapes and texture, they get confused, lost, stuck. They are like a flock of something, they flow in masses, trying to find a way to escape, any little hole or bottle neck. They are mute, they are thoughtless and stupid. They gush and know no order, the jam all the fissures with their desire to get out. Words are the sheep, the flocks which get lost in some blind alley. They get frightened and hide away, forcing themselves further into some dark corner. Sometimes even after we excavate them, they die from neglect or fear or whatever ailments that suits their temperament.
Sometimes silence falls, things slow down and I don't know whether to welcome them or to worry about my lack of eloquence. I miss silence. I miss comfortable silence. It seems like I've come to a country of noise, of endless chattering, and silence loses its value. I miss the pause, for thoughts to sink in, for thoughts to arise, the pause of genuine emotions. It is like entering into a world where silence has to be actively conquered and covered every instant. Silence is mistaken for glumness, silence is mistaken for sullenness, silence is mistaken for inarticulateness, silence is mistaken for a lack of thoughts. Silence is first disliked, feared then being wiped out, by noise, music, words, small talks, anything. It is like a people who is so afraid of the dark, they dare not close their eyes to sleep. Sometimes it feels like that, this exhaustion. For, I feel that all our inner worlds are silent and dark, and out of that dreams, mystic and visions arise. And without the silence first, true music cannot be born. First, there was silence, then there came meaning.
To Juliet who still waits on her balcony for love to arrive
Who is to say
what love is
or when it is to arrive
does the white knight still exist
or will it be the black steed who
surprises
The world no longer
speaks of fair dames
or witches
only fair games
and bitches
but time will tell
as much as fate would divulge
Your faith is your promise,
your promise
an evidence of your faith
What life has in store
who can foretell
what magic each life has
in store
each life is blessed
with riches abundant
who can foresee
around which corner
beyond which bend
a special gift
to your own life be enriched
be it a friend, a lover,
or a strange encounter
But you will be blessed
as you already are
as the greater powers
gave you wisdom which makes you wise
dressed you with humour which makes you smile
showered you with empathy to see more than meets the eye
clothed you with a wicked wit to fire the mind
Even as Juliet waits in that cold balcony
now seeming an icy dungeon
you are equipped with these gifts
to meet the world
with fire and conviction
and that woman is flame enough
for Juliet is more than a damsel in distress
she too learnt to take her own fate in her stride
for good or for evil
for you too will
grab life and love by the horns
when the time is ripe.