Sometimes it is nice to sit silently and listen to your inner voice, talk to your soul…
Silence of the Soul
My soul is silent some days...A soul needs the silence sometimes,
So that it can introspect
So that it can listen to
Its very inner voice:
Some times in the dead of the night,
I sit silently,
Like a hermit, I close my eyes,
My soul talks to me:
It tells me of my joys unrealized,
Of my tears of sorrow,
Those pour from my eyes,
It tells of a life unlived,
It tells of the dreams unfulfilled
It tells of desires, unrequited love,
The things the soul aspires for;
It fills me with hopes of you,
It fills me with thoughts of you
Yearnings, cravings that are my due,
The very essence of you...
Sometimes in the silence of the night
My soul talks to me…
It tells of tears,
of smiles,
Of sorrows
and my joys
and of you..
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Photo: 'Hues of the setting Sun' by and ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-11-03 at 21:14
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