Never miss a good chance to
shut up. Too much babbling can mess with our gray matter. On the other hand
silence is a silent killer, a sweet poison. Leave a thing unsaid and there’s a hole
in someone’s heart which will last for eternity. It’s the silence against sheer
injustice that makes it more painful than it already is. Profuseness of words
around us helps us to forget things that are once said but, when there’s lack
of it. Who knows?
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and
hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and
movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
I
sat here
You
sat there
None
of us moved
But
distance furthered
I
asked nothing
You
said nothing
We
talked for hours
But
minds were locked
I
waited for you to tell
You
waited for me to ask
None
of us said the word
Like
that generations passed
I’m
guilty of not asking
Your
guilt was not to tell
Ohh, it eats us all the same
Wondering
who’s to blame
I
had a way with words
You
were a talker too
But
we chose quite
Over
being vocalized
Words
are powerful people often say
We
live and survive every single day
Sometimes
we shower words
When
silence could have sufficed
Sometimes
all we need is words
But
we think our silence is justified.
