How many people I've looked

I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

 

Do I look up to you
Struggle for words
Frames and formations
Do I overlook everything else
None of me makes any sense
Nothing of you makes sense
Paucity of passions
Empty of emotions
I travel with so many
Many faces I've known
Nothing of them I know
Do you look up to me
and find words
Does a glance of me
Gives away any sense
or everything is lost upon
Remembrance

World Is Too Full To Talk About, Is It ?

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

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.