The Silence of Others

Rubber against asphalt, leather against concrete.
A blanket of smoke, smell of people all around.
All the madness, all the chaos,
The concrete jungle.

Cars and bikes, buses and rails.
The roar of horns, the voices of men.
Footsteps and chatter, as the crowds gather.
Running after time, (yet) always out of time.

Side by side, but never together.
A sea of faces, breeching and linking.
All in silence, (yet) the noises persist.
The noises that make the silence
(of) The people already gone by.

Photo (edited): From the gallery, 'The Silence of "Others"' by Bharat Choudhary at a Moving Walls Exhibition by the Open Society Foundations

This post was submitted to The Daily Post’s prompt: HandwrittenStroll, SilencePosterityPensive, Shared JourneysFleeting, Chaotic, LiminalClarity, RuminateSidewalk, SincereHere and Now, Radical Authenticity, Mythical, TranscriptBlogging the Senses

25 thoughts on “The Silence of Others”

  1. “Running after time, yet always out of time.”
    I don’t think you could capture the human spirit in better words. Really enjoyed the poem as a whole and you have a very unique style of writing that I really admire. Glad I stopped by! 🙂
    A thought from,
    Those Pointless Thoughts

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