#closedeyes
I couldn’t sleep-
not because the night was loud,
but because it listened.
Each time I closed my eyes,
something answered.
A dream-
no, not a dream,
because I was still there,
still breathing,
still trapped in the waking.
Reality bent in silence,
stitched itself behind my eyelids.
And there-
I saw it.
Myself.
Not whole.
Not steady.
A reflection unraveling-
confused,
afraid,
drowning in thoughts with no edges.
I was lost
in a village that didn’t exist,
streets folding into themselves,
doors leading nowhere,
every path whispering: stay.
I opened my eyes-
escaped,
or thought I did.
I reached for something soft,
something warm-
a memory,
a lie,
a place where waves breathe for you.
But comfort wouldn’t come.
So I tried again-
closed my eyes,
begged the dark for a beach,
for light,
for anything but me.
Nothing answered.
Only the echo of myself,
waiting.
I opened my eyes-
too fast,
too late.
My lungs forgot their purpose.
Air turned to glass.
Each breath shattered inside me.
I clawed at the invisible,
choking on nothing,
on everything,
on the weight of being awake
when I shouldn’t have been.
The night pressed closer.
Watched.
I never slept after that.
And whatever found me there-
between sight and dream,
between breath and silence-
it hasn’t left.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:07 AM UTC
Never I was asked,
"What do you see on closed eyes?"
On closed eyes
I see you
Everywhere
As the wave of hope
Stirring the soul
One of a kind
That I know
Constant
I would have said
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
I will close my eyes
everytime you touch me
I will close my eyes
then I won't see
the
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o
v
e
you don't feel
when you're
holding
me
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Milestones
A thousand of them
And all around me
I know
The way they infect everyone with happiness.
Oh,
But not me
My eyes are closed and I only hear them
One thousand sounds
Each one louder than the last.
And I wish
That one day I could see them
My own milestone
One I can never reach
But I can only hope for.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
*I believe, that there's a place void;
Of all sickness and the body's ailment.
I believe, in a land with only souls,
With only peace which can't be felt.
I believe, in a universe with no stars,
No moons and with no galaxies.
I believe, in a universe with no knowledge
And without any parameter associated with.
I believe, in a universe where reason,
And logic don't get endorsed. Only peace.
I believe, that this peace can't be felt.
A state of feeling nothing. Like being dead.
I believe, that this is my heaven,
Where I shall go after my tenure here.
I believe that I can only feel nothing.
Only pure and not perceivable peace.*
-The Silent Poet
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
The nature of nature she is; very silent.
Not heard and can't be spoken about.
Silence, a poet's way to bring out words:
Break her and I see myself left with Songs.
The mother of words she is; very thoughtful.
Nourishes them and they forget her throughout.
Silence, a seeker's way to see the divine:
Break her and I see myself left with Gods.
Omnipresent she is; very generous.
Disguises herself as sound, music or words.
Silence, that music which stands alone:
Break her and I see myself left with tunes.
-The Silent Poet
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC