Captive words
I am gagged.
Your silence
has taped my mouth shut
Words of love
held captives
within the walls of my heart
jostle, push and shove
to break free
and dance in abandon for you.
Caged in the dark confines
of my pulsing flesh and blood heart
they long for escape
to roam free
and reveal
what they feel.
But…
I am gagged
Your silence has
taped my mouth shut.
Incarcerated
my words of love
failures in their search for expression
asphyxiate
and die a silent death.
- Shail Mohan (2007)
Hello Shail Ji…
Happy Women’s Day! Lovely words on Unspoken Words…
Regards
Radhika
Yes, Happy International Women’s Day, Shailaja.
Once again, your writing makes me think. I want to try to write love poetry, but I have a fear that it will start out, “Roses are red, violets are blue…”
The mystery of this poem–why is the man silent, what is his motivation, etc. Do you, as the author, know why or are you just discovering and reporting conflict between a man and woman?
Your phrases are interesting and descriptive and enjoyable to read. Another great job!
Its a matter of discovering each other’s language of love, and attempting to connect best, in a manner that assists both the parties feel loved.
As usual a Fantastic writeup Shail Mam!
My Belated Women’s Day wishes to you! Keep Smiling!
Somehow I thought of Meera hitting her moment of desperation when her Lord Krishna did not respond to her love….
Very powerful expressions again! Beautiful.
Somehow I thought of Meera and her love for Lord Krishna- in her moment of desperation when her Lord did not respond to her…
Powerful expressions again! Beautiful!
present!!!!
Radhika: Thank you for your kind words.
Thank you for your lovely comment. And do go ahead and write that poem that begins, ‘Roses are red…’ 
Just pulling your leg Bob! I am sure you will come up with something nice!!
Bob: No, even as the author, I don’t know why the man is silent!
Vikram: Ahh, that sounds so right! ‘Its a matter of discovering each other’s language of love, and attempting to connect best’ Thank you Vikram.
Anjali: Meera’s moment of deperation. Hmmm…. Anjali, that IS a thought!!
Swathi: Marked present!!