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 18, 2025 at 11:41 am
Thank you for your kind words Shehni.
January 17, 2025 at 9:30 pm
Life does toughen us up, sad but also necessary.
January 18, 2025 at 12:32 pm
Hard times make tough people
Tough people make soft times
Soft times make soft people
Soft people makes hard times.
January 17, 2025 at 9:40 pm
Yep, been there. I think I need to ditch the headphones too.
January 18, 2025 at 12:30 pm
Sometimes, ditching headphones isn’t enough. You have to ditch this matrix and enjoy yourself, your companionship, and your time with yourself while doing whatever you like.
January 18, 2025 at 12:55 am
This superbly written poem says much about the author’s feelings.
January 18, 2025 at 12:30 pm
Thank you for your kind words Dittmer.
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 12:28 pm
Indeed. I have seen many friends lost in their phone screens as if they were nothing but a group of strangers standing together for the first and the last time.
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.
January 18, 2025 at 11:21 am
I really appreciate your words. I really wanted to put this feeling in words because I knew it’s not just me who felt this way but so many others, too. With these words, we all can feel a little connected even without knowing each other.
January 18, 2025 at 11:52 am
Thank you so much for your beautiful words Renan.
I look forward to writing something more meaningful and beautiful to which we all feel connected.
January 18, 2025 at 9:42 pm
I’m glad I could help ya feel heard, ya know? Keep sharing your heart, and I’ll be here cheerin’ ya on.
January 18, 2025 at 7:55 pm
Love the poem and the article! Thankfully I have never had to ride public transportation on a daily basis, but I have still seen the disturbing lack of personal communication in everyday life. I have worked with people in the same facility through their phone and email for years only to find through an email they had left the facility, and I had never met them.
January 18, 2025 at 7:58 pm
I’m glad to know that you are not going through the same, but of course, you have gone through the same. It is indeed bothersome sometimes, but life goes on in its own way, I guess.
January 18, 2025 at 11:17 pm
Beautifully expressed. Your poem reminded me of my NYC subway commute years ago. Riders in the mornings were alert, closed off emotionally, but ready for the challenges of the day. On the way home, masks were removed and bodies sagged w/ the burdens of life.
January 18, 2025 at 11:27 pm
Glad to hear that you can feel the actual feelings contained within the words.
Appreciate your words Anna.
January 19, 2025 at 1:08 am
Such a deep meaningful poem, Ritish. Few words say it all for connections that get lost connected to their phones. Life is overwhelming for everyone these days with so much to hear, read and shut off from and the world around them then closes in on them with no time or space. It’s truly said. Superbly written my friend! 😎🌹💗
January 19, 2025 at 7:44 am
Hi Cindy, thanks a ton. But I think you’ve got the wrong poet – this poem was actually written by my friend Sagar. Don’t worry, I won’t take credit for his genius, haha
You’re spot on about the message though – technology can be a real double-edged sword.
January 20, 2025 at 12:23 am
hahahahaaha. congrats to Sagar and to you my dear funny friend!!🥹🤣💓
January 20, 2025 at 11:14 am
Hahaha, I appreciate your sweet gesture, Cindy. Yes, I wrote it, but a big thanks to my friend Ritish, who allowed and gave me a platform to express my feelings through words.
So, gratitude is necessary.
January 20, 2025 at 11:33 pm
It was lovely and such a great collaboration. Credit is do where credit is due! 🙂🙂
January 19, 2025 at 3:23 am
Powerful poetry!
January 20, 2025 at 11:07 am
Glad you liked it, Tamara.
January 26, 2025 at 7:51 am
Thank you, Friend. ❤️
January 19, 2025 at 6:49 pm
Your words are a great reminder to appreciate the little things and not let life get us down. So glad to see you publishing in here, Sagar – welcome to the community!
January 20, 2025 at 11:11 am
Ultimately, it’s all about the small things, efforts and moments we yearn for. Chasing down money, fame, and much more makes us forget what matters most.
So take your time to enjoy the last sip of coffee sometimes because even if it is just a cup, we should be grateful to have it every day.
January 22, 2025 at 9:50 am
gratitude and thanksgiving for the small things is our lives leads to an abundance of appreciation for the BIGGER and more often overlooked, I thank God because of HIS Sacrifice and GIFT of faith in my life. Pursuit of beauty is a goal. Thank you for your post.
January 22, 2025 at 1:18 pm
Seeing how grateful you are for the big and small things in your life is good. May God bless you and your family and loved ones, Faye.
Thank you for your comment and appreciation.
January 24, 2025 at 6:38 am
Beautiful poem. Right on target, too. We’re so in the moment as children, aren’t we? Then when we get older, we’re anywhere but in the moment anymore: thinking about past things, always moving toward and worrying about the future. I’m one of the worst! lol
January 27, 2025 at 2:55 pm
Childhood was the real happiness that can never be bought no matter the face value.
Appreciate your words Seliza.
January 27, 2025 at 4:24 am
Sagar, A very meaningful and timely poem. It reminded me of something my late husband said. His father worked as an accountant, a job that would not have been his first choice, because he loved his family.
My husband said that he appreciated what his father had done for him, but had made up his mind never to work at a job that was not fulfilling to him. He had a remarkable career in spite of his quadriplegia and lived a full life until he died at age 45.
January 27, 2025 at 2:52 pm
I really love it when people comment with their own personal touch; it truly inspires me to be a better person in every way possible.
Wherever he is, I am very sure he must be happy, and I hope you are doing well in your life, Cheryl.
January 30, 2025 at 6:58 pm
I’m pretty sure I’ve been that person who’s accidentally fallen asleep on the train and ended up in a different city… true story, don’t ask. I hope you’re having a more energized day than the metro crowd.
January 31, 2025 at 12:24 pm
haha, I never had such an experience when I slept and woke up somewhere else but I would like to experience that one day for some unknown reason.