Silence....Poem by Amitha Anikuttan
Silence isn't silent
It's the saviour of voice
That erases the noise
Never think of it as emptiness
It's the process of enriching
Leading to the holy fullness
You can not find inactivity
As it's the source of activity
Within the envelope of wisdom
Listen a while..
You could hear the clanger
Like the red hot iron
The thoughts getting moulded
Behind the walls of silence
The echoing footsteps
The ticking needles
The falling raindrops
The sigh of relief
All are well carved
In the depths of silence
Silence embraces loneliness
It hacks the mind
Prickles the memories
Both lovely and awful
With its sharp finger nails
As a mirror it lurks..
Try a shake hand with it,
Then.. Silently...
You will begin to love your life..
By Amitha Anikkuttan, XII B
It's the saviour of voice
That erases the noise
Never think of it as emptiness
It's the process of enriching
Leading to the holy fullness
You can not find inactivity
As it's the source of activity
Within the envelope of wisdom
Listen a while..
You could hear the clanger
Like the red hot iron
The thoughts getting moulded
Behind the walls of silence
The echoing footsteps
The ticking needles
The falling raindrops
The sigh of relief
All are well carved
In the depths of silence
Silence embraces loneliness
It hacks the mind
Prickles the memories
Both lovely and awful
With its sharp finger nails
As a mirror it lurks..
Try a shake hand with it,
Then.. Silently...
You will begin to love your life..
By Amitha Anikkuttan, XII B