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Silence is a great healer


When there is nothing to be said,
there is still silence
When all has been said,
there is still silence

Silence holds great power,
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one just has to fathom her
Many of us do not often use her
since she seems like a loser

A word in haste or anger
warrants another in quick retort
It certainly feels good
to be the rival's damper

Venom spewed across
back and forth,
only results in more ire
but it takes a little restraint 
and great strength
to douse the raging fire

A silent mind thinks better
 like a wound in a cast
healing faster
perhaps it is then true,
Silence is a great healer



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Comments

  1. wow,,nice flow of words. i agree to your thought too.it takes lot of strenght to be silent..in rage of fire..

    check out my post
    http://musingofmumbaimalayalee.blogspot.in/2012/12/silence-is-my-healer.html

    following you :)

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    1. thank you so much, Aswathy..I loved your take too..welcome here :-))

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  2. Super...I love ur poems...
    wondered why my inbox is flooded with ur blogs....o now I know...Happy Marathon Blogging...

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    1. hey, thank you so much, Chitra! I need the good wishes for the marathon :-)

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    1. thanks a lot, Kp sir..as usual encouraging words from you :-)

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  4. Brilliantly written and totally agree with the content

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  5. Silence is a great healer indeed. Good one :)

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    1. Thanks so much, Jas..glad you liked it :-)

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  6. I cannot agree with you more Uma. Silence is indeed great.

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    1. But it is so difficult to remain silent, right?

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  7. Beauty and power of silence very wonderfully captured :)
    Superb!

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    1. Thank you, Era..am happy you liked it :-))) How have you been?

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  8. You wouldn't know it when you meet me, but I'm a big believer in silence :). Need my dose every day or I would go bonkers!

    Lovely putting together, as ever Uma :). Looking forward to reading more this month!

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    1. Somehow I can believe it, Aparna..you seem so composed and in control all the time..you should see me flying off my handles each time..I def need to practice what I write!..hmmm...
      thanks, Aparna! :-)

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  9. Beautifully written... the words create the desired impact :)

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    1. thanks a ton, Me! Glad I could create the impact :-)

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  10. I so wish I could learn to be silent when I am angry rather than blurting it all out. My poor husband and kid would be so thankful. Seriously need to try and tone myself down and I guess like you say that would make me stronger :) Beautifully written Uma!

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    1. me too, me too...ditto!
      thanks, Simran! :-)

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  11. Superb one Uma, loved the prose and the meaning too, I am going to save it.

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    1. wow! you going to save this??!! that's such a sweet thing and a lovely way to compliment :-)

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  12. Lovely poem ! Your words ring so true !

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  13. So true... silence can express the inexpressible!!

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    1. But we don't really use it as often, do we?

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  14. very well written poetry . . and nice blog you have here . . :)

    regards
    maliny

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  15. In silence, we realise so many things about ourselves, about others, and it is so important to use this technique for our own good, and also for understanding the meaning of life. However we forget to be silent, fall into the trap of speaking nonsense all the time.
    A very good poem.

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    1. "In silence, we realise so many things about ourselves, about others, and it is so important to use this technique for our own good, and also for understanding the meaning of life"
      very well said, Rama and thanks a lot! :-)

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  16. Very well composed piece, Uma. “In Silence there is eloquence." says Rumi. And it's so true...Very nice one!
    ATB for BAT...

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    1. thank you so much, Panchali! :-)))

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