• " The Boy Who Learned to Speak " By Jacky Kapadia


    In silent rooms where shadows softly grew,

    A boy once lived with words he never knew.

    His thoughts like birds behind a guarded sky,

    Would flutter, ache, yet never dare to fly.


    He watched the world in gestures, signs, and eyes,

    In quiet truths that language often denies.

    Each whisper passed him like a distant stream,

    Unheard, yet stirring echoes in his dream.


    But time, a patient sculptor of the soul,

    Began to shape the fragments into whole.

    A syllable, then two—uncertain, weak—

    Until one day, the boy began to speak.


    And oh, the sound—no louder than the breeze,

    Yet strong enough to bend the tallest trees.

    For in that voice, once hidden, now set free,

    He spoke not just in words—but finally, he.


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    " The Boy Who Learned to Speak " By Jacky KapadiaIn silent rooms where shadows softly grew,A boy once lived with words he never knew.His thoughts like birds behind a guarded sky,Would flutter, ache, yet never dare to fly.He watched the world in gestures, signs, and eyes,In quiet truths that language often denies.Each whisper passed him like a distant stream,Unheard, yet stirring echoes in his dream.But time, a patient sculptor of the soul,Began to shape the fragments into whole.A syllable, then two—uncertain, weak—Until one day, the boy began to speak.And oh, the sound—no louder than the breeze,Yet strong enough to bend the tallest trees.For in that voice, once hidden, now set free,He spoke not just in words—but finally, he.==================END=================== #PoetryLovers, #SpokenWordPoetry, #InspirationalPoem, #CreativeWriting, #PoemOfTheDay, #LiteraryArt, #EmotionalPoetry, #ModernPoetry, #WritersCommunity, #PoetryCommunity, #VoiceAndExpression, #PowerOfWords, #StorytellingArt, #DeepThoughts, #MindfulWriting, #ArtOfPoetry, #PoeticJourney, #SelfExpression, #HumanExperience, #SilentToSpeech
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  • " The Tongue Split Open " By Jacky Kapadia

    A silence lived where language used to bloom,
    A guarded gate behind the teeth of thought;
    Then something stirred—an ache, a subtle wound—
    Where truth, long buried, fought to not be caught.

    The tongue split open—not in flesh, but will,
    A fracture born of words denied their air;
    Each syllable, once caged, now sharp and still,
    Unfolded raw, unvarnished, and laid bare.

    What once was smooth now trembles into sound,
    Divided paths of honesty and fear;
    Each utterance a risk, each echo profound,
    A trembling bridge from silence into clear.

    Yet through the break, a strange release is found—
    For fractured speech can still make meaning whole;
    And in the wound where quiet once was crowned,
    Now lives the voice, unshackled in its role.

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    " The Tongue Split Open " By Jacky Kapadia A silence lived where language used to bloom, A guarded gate behind the teeth of thought; Then something stirred—an ache, a subtle wound— Where truth, long buried, fought to not be caught. The tongue split open—not in flesh, but will, A fracture born of words denied their air; Each syllable, once caged, now sharp and still, Unfolded raw, unvarnished, and laid bare. What once was smooth now trembles into sound, Divided paths of honesty and fear; Each utterance a risk, each echo profound, A trembling bridge from silence into clear. Yet through the break, a strange release is found— For fractured speech can still make meaning whole; And in the wound where quiet once was crowned, Now lives the voice, unshackled in its role. ==================END=================== #poetry, #modernpoetry, #spokenword, #creativewriting, #poem, #literature, #writersofinstagram, #poetsofinstagram, #writingcommunity, #poetrycommunity, #artofwords, #emotionalpoetry, #deepthoughts, #selfexpression, #innervoice, #truth, #healingwords, #metaphor, #symbolism, #darkpoetry, #soulwriting, #wordsmith, #poeticexpression, #literaryart, #mindfulwriting
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