Silence
Rida Mughal
Uncomfortable in a crowded room
Too much noise
Too much energy
I’d rather paint the scene
With my own mind
Mouths are inefficient
They stutter and they falter
Conversations should only be
Kept in our heads
Small talk in meaningless
I don’t care about the weather
Or how your pet is doing
I want to know
If I can call you a friend
I am an overthinker
A molehill is always
A mountain with a maze inside
Silent conversations held with
Authors
Philosophers
Only because
Nobody really listens anymore
“I fall in love with
Words rather than actions
Ideas and thoughts
Instead of reality
And it will be the death of me.”
I crave the silence
When the world starts to scream
And the blackout that follows
Is filled with bliss.
A wordless sanctuary
Made of
Letters soaked in thought
My own little utopia
Away from the clamor
Of a world that never stops talking
No, I’m fine
Really I’m ok
There are just some things
In my mind
I need to take care of first.