(A Poem)
She stammers in her Fluency,
As she makes the loudest silent speech,
For her audience are like ex’s
Yes! For to an ex, a grave- yard attention is given.
Privacy is her mutual being,
Loud laughters might look interesting,
But silence remains her stand-up comedian,
Who can’t get popular in the world of her ex’s.
She mimes with her thoughts,
Unable to get unclinged from her worry,
Receiving deep romances from depression,
Giving intimate kisses to frustrations foot.
For the windows of depression leads ,
To the windows of her silence,
Making depression able to pass it’s traits,
Of fears, worries, thoughts and Doubt.
If she were an Artist,
She’d draw the most colourful invisible image
Drawing her darkness in lights,
Showing her precious diamonds in thick nights.
She’s better than an empty drum,
Yet she’s left unable to throw up her values ,
For the thorns of introvercy chokes her vocals,
Making her dance with her limitations even in her discipline.
In closed eye she draws a foreseen house plan,
Buh she’s unable to build on the plan,
For dumb lips can’t command builders to work,
And silence can’t unveil the beauty of her mansion.
She gets the answers to her questions,
Started by speaking to the mob with a whisper,
For a whisper could dissolve the stillness of silence,
By uprooting the thorns of introvercy on her neck.
She finds a lover greater than depression,
Which made her scared to love again,
In Fear of Love and in love with fear,
Now she walks in flowered path with her lover.
Deciding to embrace open speech,
Her discipline becomes college discipline,
She lightens the darkness of ignorant hearts,
For she’s transformed and now married to impact.
DOK, 2024.