The Sound of Silence

November 16, 2005

The Sound of Silence

This blog’s been silent for a while because I’m tied up with some things and been listening to this song over and over again. Next post sometime around 1st week of December.Exams from tomorrow!

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share…
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.”
“Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper’d in the sound of silence
-The Sound of Silence
Simon and Garfunkel

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6 responses to “The Sound of Silence”

mrinabh

November 16, 2005 at 11:11 pm

Hello, darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the visionThat was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silenceIn restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestoneBeneath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbedBy the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never share…And no one dareDisturb the sound of silence."Fools," said I, "you do not knowSilence like a cancer grows.""Hear my words that I might teach you,Take my arms that I might reach you."But my words like silent raindrops fell,And echoed in the wells of silence.And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they made.And the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was forming.And the signs said: "The words of the prophetsAre written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls,And whisper'd in the sound of silence

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mrinabh

November 16, 2005 at 11:11 pm

Hello, darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the visionThat was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silenceIn restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestoneBeneath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbedBy the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never share…And no one dareDisturb the sound of silence."Fools," said I, "you do not knowSilence like a cancer grows.""Hear my words that I might teach you,Take my arms that I might reach you."But my words like silent raindrops fell,And echoed in the wells of silence.And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they made.And the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was forming.And the signs said: "The words of the prophetsAre written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls,And whisper'd in the sound of silence

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Sudipta Chatterjee

November 17, 2005 at 5:17 am

Nice poem, Nikhil… all the best and will be waiting for your reply.

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niki yokota

November 20, 2005 at 12:30 pm

oh this song is awesome!! i feel touchy when its played in somewhere like cafe, shopping mall.good luck on ur exams, nikhil(^o^)//

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arpana

December 2, 2005 at 8:26 am

returning to this blog after a loooooooooooooooooong time , and I see that this blog has come a long way from "I cleaned my room with a broom"

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Jayanth Madhav Barki

December 5, 2005 at 5:39 pm

Do I stress you outMy sweater is on backwards and inside outAnd you say how appropriateI don't want to dissect everything todayI don't mean to pick you apart you seeBut I can't help itThere I go jumping before the gunshot has gone offSlap me with a splintered rulerAnd it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there alreadyIf only I could hunt the hunterAnd all I really want is some patienceA way to calm the angry voiceAnd all I really want is deliveranceDo I wear you outYou must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung outI'm consumed by the chill of solitaryI'm like EstellaI like to reel it in and then spit it outI'm frustrated by your apathyAnd I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this landIf only I could meet the MakerAnd I am fascinated by the spiritual manI am humbled by his humble natureWhat I wouldn't give to find a soulmateSomeone else to catch this driftAnd what I wouldn't give to meet a kindredEnough about me, let's talk about you for a minuteEnough about you, let's talk about life for a whileThe conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretensesFalling all around…all aroundWhy are you so petrified of silenceHere can you handle this?Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlinesOr when you think you're gonna dieOr did you long for the next distractionAnd all I need know is intellectual intercourseA soul to dig the hole much deeperAnd I have no concept of time other than it is flyingIf only I could kill the killerAll I really want is some peace mana place to find a common groundAnd all I really want is a wavelengthAll I really want is some comfortA way to get my hands untiedAnd all I really want is some justice…

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Nikhil Kulkarni