Guest Post by: Sagar Parida
The metro whispers in muted grief,
words hung heavy, unspoken, unseen.
Faces blur, blundered by silent wars.
Chasing lives, they will never truly live.
Discipline drags where hope has died,
and every sunrise feeds like a surrender.
I came up with this poem or a quote from a quiet moment during my daily metro commute. One day, I took out my earphones and observed the people around me. I noticed their pale faces, the absence of emotion, the silent death in the air of the metro, and how their eyes seemed to have lost their spark.
It was as if they were weighed down by the burdens of life, their thoughts consumed by daily worries, work pressures, and the monotony of routine. This observation of silent despair and the disconnect among people sparked the idea for the poem.
It reflects how, over time, the simple joys and emotions we once had as children can fade, replaced by the relentless demands of adult life.
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January 17, 2025 at 7:57 pm
I’ve had similar experiences on my daily commute, feeling like I’m just going through the motions with a sea of blank faces around me. Your words perfectly capture the feeling of being disconnected from the world and losing sight of the simple joys in life.
January 17, 2025 at 8:22 pm
It’s okay to be busy to be carried away with work, office and other things related to that. But I felt losing myself in between all these things. Very few of us are living, most of us are just existing like a faceless person.
January 17, 2025 at 8:53 pm
Beautifully written ❤️
January 17, 2025 at 9:30 pm
Life does toughen us up, sad but also necessary.
January 17, 2025 at 9:40 pm
Yep, been there. I think I need to ditch the headphones too.
January 18, 2025 at 12:55 am
This superbly written poem says much about the author’s feelings.
January 18, 2025 at 1:29 am
It is a little weird when a large group of people are gathered together, but it’s as if they’re in their own little worlds. The downside of technology is there seems to be less face-to-face interaction.
January 18, 2025 at 7:45 am
Love this poem, Sagar. Yeah the tired faces, the emotional numbness… it’s like you’re speaking straight to our souls.