When Words Become A Distraction
A reflection after consoling someone

Today I had to search words to console. I am bad with such things, I don’t know which words to use or how to be kind when someone is breaking apart.
Still I picked the phone and spoke to her, I tried to be kind, I tried to hold her from afar.
I tried to be a human not a poet because poets deceive people with lies, beautiful lies. Even when their world are fragile they love to paint page with dreams, I tried to be real with her.
Later she texted me she felt good after talking to me, maybe she will call me up again to talk, I didn’t had the heart to say no to her, I told her sure call me anytime.
She doesn’t know I have enough words which keep looking back waiting to be picked, she doesn’t know I write to quieten the noise within.
Maybe she will be helping me when she calls me up to talk, she will keep me away from that noise which shatters me when the night is dark.
I humbly agreed for the distraction that phone call which will pause me but didn’t tell her sometimes, I need to stay away from my own words and when you call me you would be helping me stay quiet.






