Where the Silence Lands
A poem about stillness, solitude, and the quiet flight of thought.
By AarishPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 on pinterest
You sit where the silence lands,
between the flight of birds
and the breath of water.
The sky holds its color
like a secret too shy to speak,
and every ripple hums
with something half-remembered.
You do not chase the wings,
nor beg the wind to stay.
You simply listen—
as if the world might whisper
who you are
if you are quiet long enough.
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Comments (4)
I appreciate how you honor solitude here the poem makes me want to pause and really listen to the world.
Love this!
This piece truly resonates with me—the way you weave silence into the fabric of nature feels so intimate and profound. I love how the sky's 'secret too shy to speak' mirrors our own unspoken thoughts, inviting that gentle self-reflection. It reminds me of those rare moments by a quiet lake, where the world seems to pause just for you. Beautifully crafted, Aarish.
This is so serene and beautifully written.