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Silence.....shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Short story By: Gagan
Literary fiction


Attempting something new, trying to paint emotions with poetic colors, Though I am not good in poetry, and this is the reason why, I want to try it, in a format of story, which is based on 'observations' and 'expressions'.


Submitted:Jul 26, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 13    Likes: 6   


Silence…. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….A silent gesture of many, unassumed, unanswered, suppressed, raging emotions. The notes of fathomless tunes played mildly on the orchestra of surrender and peace.

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" An Observation"

I kept walking down the street with no tomorrow, only a sky above and 'Silence' beneath. Saw a merchant selling enchanted bangles, Bangles that can set you free, decided to stop and see, if there is any meaning to all this, or are we just living in an illusion called, "Reality". He teased me with a smile, tried to entice me with his tricks. But I observed everything, and moved away 'Silently'.

I heard a voice; it was coming from a cage. Locked inside was a bird, singing in a mystical way. She sang about love, and about peace, she sang about God and Wisdom tree. Trapped inside the maze,she was singing happily, becuase she thought she was free. Again,I observed everything, and moved away 'Silently'.

I went pass my dream, which was lagging behind, accompanying expressions, for which; now I have no time. Those empty lakes of tired oceans, and monuments of distress. I think, I saw reflection my soul in it, but I cannot stop or take rest. I kept walking down on street with no tomorrow, only a sky above and 'Silence' beneath.

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" A Reaction "

Where should I go; where can I find some rest?

In our mad pursuit of happiness, we have forgotten the purpose of 'ourselves'. We still judge people with the color of their skin; we still fail to acknowledge a person from within. Our goals are defined by the mottos which are 'preset'. We embrace our creativity only in things with which are heart is obsessed. We describe, Love in Poetry and express kindness in Quotes. The people who we have chosen to govern are not interested in humanity, as long as they are getting their votes.

"Conclusion"

Still a little voice of hope, in 'Silence' echoes loud, that there will be a day, when we will break our barriers and come out. We will extend our shoulders to others and let our egos calm down. When we will be able to look beyond the vision of greed, and realize, we already have what we need.

I know, I am same, exactly the way you are. That's why, I have decided to remain 'Silent' and express myself through my ART.





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