A MONOLOGUE
What is life?
Her mind was brimmed with
entangled and overlapping thoughts while looking at the orange fringe of the
sky. Lowering her gaze towards the land, she asked herself, what is life? With this
inquisition, every motion stopped. Her speaking mind ceased, and her heavy
heart pounding weightlessly. The ball she felt in her throat was engulfed but
it was stubborn enough to remain there. Everything discontinued and a dormant
air blew her way. The interrogation had such a strong influence that every
activity turned around into inactivity. Her mind was no more or less than a
blank slate and body numb enough to revive the life in a single reel behind
retina. The outer inertia left the inner mechanism with no move; neither the
thoughts of mind nor the sensation of soul. This termination was supported by
long pause of silence leaving the question unanswered.
Since Silences have grown within
They seem deep and dense but not
hollow
Sometimes, the thoughts entangle
Leaving no room to talk again.
Silence is not always the end
But sometimes, a pause.
A pause needed to be taken after
A rich and enigmatic expenditure
Of love, emotion, passion and timeless wait.
Silence, sometimes, is a dense
brokenness,
Of a lost wandering soul
to hold and find a Centre
Not oblivion but a brooding soul
Not to strain but to reconcile self.
No matter which way the wind blows
Silence is a mistaken phenomenon
For, Silence is a careful
contemplation
About the perished events.
No silence is fatal, if the faith is
relished
And the heart is pure.
WRITER: Ammara Syed
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