When You Say Nothing At All

9e2ad9e6080d237918fdc8d7df9055ac

“But my silence is for me. Not for you. Not anything against you. It is just difficult to explain…”, he said.

“How?”, just a mere whisper.

“It is… is me questioning myself and it is me being too loud inside my head. It is me repelling the world and at the same time drawn towards it. It is me wondering and wandering.

I am reluctant towards many thing people instantly leap and grab on. It however does not mean I am fog struck. I have a clear prospect. I am analyzing the pros and cons, I am mediating, I am recovering and I am pondering whenever I am silent.

It is sometimes like a tug of war. In between many options and many chances many what ifs I am pulled, and pulled apart! So I shut my mouth and let it be. It is not that I shut my mouth in anguish, it is my kind of let it be.

Like the anchors hold the ship amidst water, my silence anchors me amidst whatever life throws at me. Pleasant and unpleasant both. My silence is my satisfaction and my restlessness both.I just want someone, not all but just one living soul to understand what my silence means. Better than the way I myself can explain. To understand when it is happiness and when it is sadness and be in complete harmony with my soul. Just like that. ”

P.S title credits belong to the song SMILE of Ronan Keating. It was one of fav songs when I listened to music 1.5 years ago and my most fav line was “You say it best, when you say nothing at all.”

“They all fake it. Fake it with their appearance but the aura and vibes you get in presence of a person are never wrong. Eyes are never wrong. I notice eyes as if I am reading the secrets of the soul. Eyes never lie.

I do not care the way people look if their is a hint of treachery in you, I maintain a significant distance. After all a person is known by the company he/she keeps.”

Challenge post: Day 1

large (36)

“The ache never leaves.”, he said. Seemed like he was plunged into something long gone. Something that still dominated him, the particular scent of memory his only favorite as though.

“There are times when you get too busy with your life, you think your business might keep you from feeling what you feel. But at night , when you lay down, tired and exhausted the memory revives and takes up the whole of you. You drown. You sink. You find it hard to breathe. In this struggle the night ends and the cycle goes on…..”.

He took a brief pause then added, ” You never forget your first love, you see. Never! If you have sincerely and truly fallen in love there is no falling out of it. The second and the third and fourth love and so on is merely falling in love with the memory of the one you loved, or loving the reflection of her if you see it in someone!”

P.S this is my first post of the challenge which started here. She is doing a wonderful job 🙂
And I took the challenge without any invitation just because I liked it. It is like challenging myself and knowing how well I can do. I do not invite anyone everyone is free to take this challenge from my side 🙂 All you have to do is Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.