Stoning me?
From the Blog randomlyabstract *When in my silent mode, I tend to hear myself.* * Only that I fail each time I try.* *There is this catastrophe inside, this outburst, this* * Storm. Too many sounds, too much noise and yet,* * too much of Silence.* *There is this empty feeling not empty at all,* * These pangs, these shivers, these sharp edges* * which I fail to bend, that I fail to curve.* *Feels like you are projecting continuously, some* * Stones on my heart's wall. Do you know not* * It hurts?* *How does a mirror feel? When it bears cracks?* * Or how does a finger feel when you pierce – ouch* * When you pierce forcefully, some thorns?* * Or perhaps a chunk of that broken mirror,* * How does it feel?* *Ask me. Only that I know not* * What to answer and how.* [image: when silent] pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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