The Pages Of Silence Poem by Ridhvi Sharma

Fear

The haunting void frightens me,
while the murk of night screams so loud.
I try to disturb this silence,
but it rather stretches like clouds.
I am scared of you—
someone please speak up a few.

Anger

I devoured you when rage took hold,
your presence on my lips
and wrath upon my face.
They battle their ways and suddenly my words are encaged.
I shed anger from my eyes
instead of words from my mouth.
Here, I realize the trust
you hold of mine like iron won't rust.

Sadness

They left, but you remained confined.
Exaggerations everywhere, but I still had you this time.
I talk the talk of a silent still,
you listen to me like a stiff hill.
Then you spell the truth, and I brutally cry;
high on the peak rests the cynical—
the vandals, the cheaters, and the unjust—
yet they can't handle the rhymes of the tranquil.

Happiness

You've been on the easel of my canvas hitherto,
but how I dare to deem you discordant this time.
It felt like bludgeoning to separate you,
yet your sedation coaxed me again at the worst of my life.
I began to write you, but I lost my words,
and here I reached the limit of our world, yet to be discovered.
I failed to capture you on this page,
but all I clicked was them, faking their laughs at my front.
O dear keeper of my secrets, allow me to explore you further, right here.