This poem won the Weekend Poetry Contest on the Pink Comrade for the theme ' The Sound of Silence'.
When the skies wake up gracefully and the clouds are a splash of seashell pink, it is a promising silence.
When the clear sunrise impales through like a trident and the skies are a canvas of dazzling hues, it is a celebratory silence.
When my armchair beckons me to idle away, while spinning my ideas softly like cotton-candy and my thoughts like a silken thread, it is a restful silence.
When the flowers in the meadows and fields unfurl to full bloom and the buds gently blossom putting on a show like a cap of bountiful spring, it is a successful silence.
When the seasons change, lulled into hibernation and migration making the birdsongs pause, it is an adapting and accepting silence.
When lakes become placid without a ripple, reflecting the clouds above like a mirror, it is a stable silence.
When a pine-fragrant breeze sails through caressing me like a soft angelic feather, it is a cherishing silence.
When sleep tiptoes in to quench my parched mind and hums "Get some rest, child", it is a loving silence.
When the moon rises casting an ethereal glow on the violet-petaled heavens and the moonbeams stream in through my windows like a loving lullaby, whispering the secrets of the fairyland, it is a child-like innocent silence.
When the snowflakes floating mid-air before they come to rest on the snow-covered ground, it is a caring silence.
When the rustling leaves dangle like in a painting when the wind has died down, it is a selective silence.
But, the warmth of my love is the sound of my soul .The silence within me is the sound of my beating heart. It is a strong, surging voice which reassures me that Im brave, courageous, precious, loved and that I've done my best. I'm enough.
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©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu
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