A Silent Spectator

I used to be silent… said nothing

As days unfolded themselves

A silent spectator

Watching, hearing and feeling

But not speaking.

Voices floated everywhere

Voices laughing, speaking

Joking about trivial things

Voices sharing views and opinions

While I silently opined

In the deep recesses of my mind.

My silence proved too costly

As views about me were made

Mouth pieces spoke on my behalf

My silence did not help.

My actions always hidden

Because I would not share

It seemed I didn’t do anything

Or that I just didn’t care.

I looked around for understanding

But voices all around were being thrown

None were directed to me

No one asked me how I felt.

I felt like a nameless nothing

Or a wallpaper that simply decorates

Or even yet something

That had no worth at all.

Over the years my silence

Has taught me lessons of wisdom

I have learnt not to value people

By the words that come from their mouths

I have learnt that those who really care

Don’t need for us to talk

That the ones who’ll always be with us

Are those who with us walk.

The camaraderie of silence is wonderful

It can be felt everywhere

Among friends or even with strangers

It may be a look or a silent stare

In just a moment of being

A soul can connect with another

When they find they were watching something

And thinking about the same thing.

Knowing that not having a voice hurts

I finally decided to find my own voice

And to exercise not only for myself

But to speak for the untold masses

To speak about the things that hurt.

There are lost in the teeming millions

Those whose pain nobody shares

They have dreams they have buried inward

In the fear that no one cares.

Though I love to dwell in the silence

I have learnt for myself to speak

For no one else can explain me

No one else can share my heart

I speak with my voice and my actions

Clarifying people’s thoughts about me

The losses I bore are now markers

Of lessons learnt the hard way

It is enough for me to be myself

To speak from my heart and for myself.

P.S: I must confess that now the impression has changed altogether… now the complain is that I talk too much!!!