In The Silence Of Suffering

By Aishwarya Mundkar

Suffering has it’s own merits….

It makes me humble,

It makes me soft;

It makes me stumble,

For a single mistake craft.

Hopes turning into helplessness,

Hoping in hopelessness;

The inner devil dancing his tyrant out,

Excelling the art of suffering devout.

From anxious and heart-wrenching miseries,

To frightening hysterious laughs.

For when tears no more stream,

Reality is worse than the nightmare in dream….

Suffering makes me feel connected –

It tries to shed a tear for uncried,

It stops me, stepping out the left-outs,

It legalizes pain;

It feels the heart, while listening to brain.

It questions my abandoned stories,

It prides-out my gloried victories;

It stares beyond covers,

It reaches beyond borders.

It thinks for un-thought notions;

It ponders over unmattered people.

Silence suffers….,

And there’s silence after suffering !

But In the silence of suffering,

Suffering gives courage;

Courage…,

To look into most dreaded eyes,

To not walk past most fearful memories,

To be steady even under blisterous touch,

To be still under unnerving stances,

To absorb most chaotic details,

To think over all the stinging tales,

To walk direct into hell,

To not hate anything stale and pale,

To fill life into boredom,

To fall in love with things random.

To be scared yet try to be fearless,

To be concerned yet try to be careless.

Suffering being my lone friend sometimes

I dare not get dreaded for most unfortunates…!

Suffering makes me strong

Suffering makes me stiff

Suffering holds me firm

Suffering is my most unexpected Gift…!

By Aishwarya Mundkar