I recited this poem at a Slam Poetry Competition where I won the Second Prize. The theme for the Slam was “Refuge”
This is what I said :
Hi. She (the MC) already told you, I’m Shireen. I, uh, write.
Sometimes, there’s so much noise around us, in our surroundings, that we stay silent inside. While there should be a lot sound inside of us, we are unable to make it. That is what my poem is about.
It is titled, Quiet in the Heart.
Standing in the quiet,
The quiet only in my mind.
In the midst of the hustle-bustle
Of a city, I once called mine.
Approaching me, I see an external storm
A storm I’m unwilling and unable to grow
Inside of me, internally,
Of stories I’m unable to tell, of tears unable to show.
I am now leaving
Leaving the house I finally owned
My car, my cat, my job
Trying to forget the life I had so slowly honed.
They term it — ‘war’
War that took no time to kill the human in me
And now I’m happily flirting with the grim reaper
Walking towards what I nicknamed the ‘hanging tree’
Yet, it’s all silent inside the heart
A heart I once called my own
But what do I possess now
Everything I held close is now unknown.
I do not know if I’m poet enough
Enough to word out my emotions
In a rhyming whirlpool of words
If I am ready to make you feel my burns.
Are my burns even painful
Painful as yours?
For your subjective pain,
Is much beyond my imagination, of course.
We are together, or so I want to believe
Beliefs, although I have lost,
I hold on to this one
You and I are still together, but at what cost?