Aashutosh Sapkota
I always wanted to be a person who could post at least once a day. But seems like I have a large gap between posts.
Never mind, I will try my best to write more often. This is a short poetry about the silence.
Have you ever been to those places,
where even being fullness feels like emptiness.
Everyone sitting around you, everyone is talking to you,
Things are no more bad, Things are no more sad.
But you sit in your couch where you sat yesterday and,
feel something inside yourself has changed,
something is lacking to express,
but exist in its own beautiful way.
You can feel that void,
You can feel that hollow,
but still you do not understand what that is,
It wanders, gives logic,
You try to fit yourself to the situation but it comes back with high tides of water,
destroys the sand castle, wakes you up, shakes you badly
but you are standing there, staring the sky,
trying to get lost but not fully able to understand where you are,
Sometimes you walk by the woods, sometimes walk looking at the mountains,
sometimes the great lakes and sometimes besides good friends,
But something inside you have changed,
it is calling the emptiness to go inside you,
it is calling the things you do not want to remember,
it is the best answer sometimes,
it makes you feel awkward, sometimes it is the only thing you can do,
lost, forget and forgotten
it lies in deepest of everyone,
it opens where there is no one,
it is the silence,
it is watching over you – everyone,
