SLC-S31/W3-“Creative Interpretation| The Theme -“Silence Speaks” |

 

Interpret “Silence Speaks” creatively in an art, poem, photography.

I was standing at Black Mountains, at Telstra Tower to be precise in Canberra, watching land beneath and the sky, and the fading gold, as the day gently lowered its voice and chosen silence instead of speech. But the sound was loud and clear.

I saw Lake Burley Griffin, its water reflecting like a mirror sending waves of of sound in silence calling me, although only I could hear that sound coming to my ears and that voice too strong, loud and reaching to me, difficult to avoid .

I watched the setting Sun its shine reducing gradually in that winter evening. I felt it was sorry as if sensing me leave the country so bidding goodbye. That's right, I was about to leave that country for one year. They all were calling me.

I was standing in the tourist area watching deep green, like they slowly reminding me to come back like keep coming from Delhi to Canberra and probably that silence sound was too strong to neglect.

Oh, these hills standing in the distance, trying to touch horizon with that tenderness pinned in my memory which keeps calling me, in a silent sound I never forget but keep come back just to answer this invitation.

What message is being communicated through silence in your piece?

The trees had a strong message for me brought from different states of the country, their stems almost touching me as if trying to convey their message. Oh, yep, I could hear their message loud and clear.

They almost assured their shadows reminding me that their message is silent but it has depth, and this deep silent has a sound of their own. I felt as if they were asking, "Can you hear us?"

Then I looked at the sky, the clouds ready to pour any moment but that's Canberra where you can see them coming and touch you with their soft drizzles any moment and then move ahead with a wet smile. They have a different sound which you hear and feel on your body and soul. As the sun was ready to go down the hill, their message was loud and clear, they wanted me back asap.

Who is silent in your interpretation and why?

The entire area was silent but the lake was calling me, the hills were backing them up, the trees, all in unison a sound without words. They were silent but kept calling me in a gentle reminder and their silence was with inviting words.

For me this space with peace soothes my heart and soul or maybe it slows down the time, where the world, for that moment, makes me breathe perfect calm. That's how this place calls me in silence and I keep coming back without giving a second thought! This entire area always calls me in a loud sound of silence, or maybe others hear them too!

What happens if that silence is finally broken?

You see this scene needs my attention as it invites me without speaking a word in a language that we understand perfectly. Oh, for me these echoes always unbound if that sacred silence is broken. If the lake's surface cracks, or the hills blow by this sound, maybe the trees get snapped if the silence is broken.

If that silence is broken by any chance, sun rays will fade leaving chaos and bid me final goodbye. I will no more hear them call me from my distant home as that sound will reduce to a scream, but no silent gentle sound. I am scared if this silence ever gets broken, I will fly away like a scared bird that hears a gunshot.

My soul, will miss that soothing and peace and turn into an ache, the sound of silence will now become a roar, I will flee, as the echoes will chase me away from my calm, hideout which calls me in silence but will leave scars on my soul and mind. I feel this silent call is louder than lion's roar only if it breaks to attract me.

I hereby invite @enrisanti, @shahid76 and @radjasalman to take part in by @ninapenda

Image source: I clicked it at Black mountains, Canberra.