Silence is the song of the soul.

Silence is the me

In silence, I see you.

Silence brings the soft question,

With time and patience, also come the ground breaking answers 

Silence I love you so much, that this seems like a betrayal.

With the blood that is shed in the battle between my moral self and betrayal, I continue to write the following words.

I have rehearsed this blog in my head for so many days weeks months years although it is the first time I’m writing it. It seems like it has been published 1001 times

Not being a conformist to rather jump in and believe in whatever is going on around is a double edged sword.

The internal dilemma, although a small word to say he is an always remains a chisel shaping the statue of beautiful life and it’s outcome.

Growing up, I have always found solution in words, sometimes in reading them and sometimes writing them. The most formative memory, I have of myself deciding to be a physician also stemmed after a gut wrenching visit to physically disabled orphanage in my hometown in India. I do not remember the experience I do not remember the emotions, but I remember finding a piece of paper to write down a poem as I was welling up.

As time went by life found me, words have left me. The roller coaster of life has brought in challenges which needed introspection.This is when silence became my friend.

I have found myself in silence multiple times.Now I enjoy both sometimes the words and some other times silence.

Now the mind which operates only in the binary started looking at words and silence being the opposite.

This  continued to tear the insides apart in the long lasting battle between silence and words. There is no winner and loser in this battle and it continues  as I write this words.

I’m trying with my non-binary self to accept that silence and words are two sides of the coin. But Iam the coin hence can’t separate each from the other.

And these words will reach someone in need at some point in their life.

Being a conscious user of anything to avoid pollution of the planet I have bottled up the overflowing rivers of words with my highly intelligent mind, telling me 100 different reasons of why it is a waste of time, that nobody’s going to read it, I am adding to the pollution of the Internet, creating an area of emotions, ranging from guilt, anger and shame.

This is me in my effort to challenge my duality of good and bad and finding the legend of my life.

Love 

Sankalpa