When Time Became SilentPoemThere was a timewhen questions were askedonly to stretch the hours—not for answers,but for company in words.Silence felt heavier then,so we filled it with curiosity,with small, unnecessary questionsthat meant:stay a little longer.Now time lies open and endless,hours spill without resistance,yet lips remain still—no question dares to rise.Perhaps questions never died.Perhaps trust did.l
When Time Became Silent Poem There was a time when questions were asked only to stretch the hours— not for answers, but for company in words. Silence felt heavier then, so we filled it with curiosity, with small, unnecessary questions that meant: stay a little longer. Now time lies open and endless, hours spill without resistance, yet lips remain still— no question dares to rise. Perhaps questions never died. Perhaps trust did. The belief that someone will listen, that someone will understand, that someone will stay. Analysis & Philosophy This poem reflects a quiet transformation in human behavior. Earlier, questions were not always logical or purposeful—they were emotional. They were bridges, not tools. Today, the absence of questions does not signal wisdom or maturity. It signals withdrawal. Philosophically, a question is an act of faith. To ask is to believe that: your words matter your presence is welcome silence will not be used against you When people stop asking ...