Jaimin L. Symonds Patel pauses to listen to the voiceless whispers
can you hear it? in the trees? few they are i grant, but can you?
i go on walks, through the roads
and past the dotted green, those trees. i know it is just the wind, but i cannot help it,
but take those rustles to be whispers. trees with no mouths yet voices possess. the wisps they utter do not utter themselves away.
hear, the cars pass and cut through those voiceless words. they bombard themselves through the leaves yet so smooth they go, waves brushing upon the shore with their rubber.
even the trees they bend and dance in the voice they do not command yet the cars buses trains they go and buzz straight to where not darting.
but no match are these things for they that inhabit the walk. they glide through tweeting without halting the backdrop that drones on through it all never failing. the bustle of people stalking the same roads and parading their business busy as they are. never stopping never halting these things that never pause but see as i see it they are not shouting at all in all this noise is not a single assault nor drop of blood.
Jaimin is a graduate of Imperial College London in Civil Engineering MEng. Besides engineering, his interests lie within language learning, programming, calligraphy, history, religion and philosophy. In terms of writing, he composes poems and informal essays.