When life becomes uncertain
friendship is not spared the scores
I wonder how this path which was peopled with friends' voices is clothed in the whispers of silent desolateness
Alone, I sit musing on the essence of silence
when they build trust to your face and break it to your want
when they with their glistening lips give you the false hope of living
but break it to you at your bed of dying
they, who build mansions for you with their lips
but can't murder an innocent ant with a dip
they who sing eulogies of your excellencies
but won't decorate their lips with the war paint of truth
they who I wait with the chime of time
to lay my he[art] for
but won't give my sorrow a dime
they who 'Hi' me when I am visible to the eye
but 'Hel[low] me when I am low
They who don't part their lips for phatic virtues
but turns ludic once my tongue sings their names
now I shall have to dwell alone
alone in solitary silence
for silence and loneliness takes the soul into blissful memories
but time shall dry away my tears
and you shall need me again, my friend
you shall call my name again, my friend
but I shall be too busy not to hear you
I shall surround myself with noisy silence
that your shouts shall be but loud whispers
Time shall reward my riddles
till then, let me in my lonesomeness my pen fiddle.
very nice..poetry...
all speech is expectable... charming