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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