Muffled

In a room filled with everything

Plugging the four cornered walls

A chattering mouth is wide open

No one cares, it’s a soundless noise

And the mouth is muffled.

The voice of a solitary soul

Reverberates from ceiling to floor

But nothing is perceived by the ear

Not anyone heard anything

And the voice is muffled.

The cry caused by injustice

Echoed in the four cornered walls

The probe for equitableness

Swiftly passed from the body’s senses

And the cry is muffled.

The shout and weep of the oppressed

Swept by society’s constant change

The firm belief in every promise

Promises that never been fulfilled

And the shout is muffled.

The shackled life seeking for freedom

Freedom from the mortifying eyes

The discriminating eyes of many

In the room, the feeble has no place

And everything is muffled.

SOLILOQUY

There are moments that we felt so lonely

that sets-in during times of being away,
away from everybody,

and when there’s a feeling of uncertainty.
Making steps back and forth,

with a far distant look.
Speak, talk but no one listens.

The comprehension for every word uttered.
The mental grasp of the thought

trying to convey.
The acceptance of self-imperfection,
so easy, yet so difficult to render,
when we believe that we are faultless.

Self-believer is a vainly proud individual,
who dares to talk but neither listens,
who dares to criticize

but neither see his dusty face.
He speaks, he talks but no one listens,
and never he realized

that he's only talking to himself.