Some reflections are to be just yours,
Just like your mirror image, those deductions,
Those; few or large, stored indoors,
Those theorizations, not truth,just your projections !
Those words, they char,us and if told ,them!
The kindled scrutiny, yet to be dampened,
Regards only to be hid; someone to covert the venom,
Those words if once said, make you world end!
Tacit! A beautiful word, a hope of inference,
My reflections, the image I see, to be viewed by these eyes,
A difference I see from all these continues incurrence,
I need a pole of valor,love and tolerance; not just a guise !
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Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
