My Conversation With Silence :Silence Had a Voice, and It Was Mine
Himanshu
あらすじ
This is not just a collection of poems. It is a journey—unfiltered, haunting, and deeply, unapologetically human. From falling, to lying in the grave, to rising from the pyre—reborn. These verses are not polished with perfection; they are stitched together with silence, soaked in nights that never ended, and shaped by emotions too heavy for casual conversation. They are not meant for everyone—but for those who’ve lost someone, something, or even parts of themselves, these words may feel like home. This book is for those who roam on the other side of the night. Each poem was born in the spaces where sleep never came—in battles that left no bruises, in questions that echoed with no answers, and in moments where a smile was the best disguise for despair. For those who live between the lines, Who laugh the loudest but cry alone, Who are expected to speak when they’re breaking— This book is a mirror. A hand. A quiet kind of hope. Over time, I’ve come to believe that while words can wound deeper than any blade, they can also sew back the soul in places medicine never reaches. “Because sometimes, taking just one step can be harder than walking a thousand.” Let’s take that step. This isn’t sympathy—it’s strength, wrapped in rhythm. And if even one poem in these pages helps you feel seen, heard, or just a little less alone— then every sleepless night behind this ink will have been worth it.
