Drawn to Silence

Editor’s Note

Navyaa Mutneja may be just 13, but her writing carries the weight and wonder of someone far beyond her years. In this moving piece, she captures the ache of sorrow and the quiet hope of healing with striking honesty. A young author with a rare gift for expression, Navyaa reminds us that age is no barrier to emotional depth or literary brilliance.

There are corners of the soul, untouched by time,
Where silence grows like flowers in the dark.
A breath, a blink, a soft decline—
And stars begin to whisper, small and stark.

All I want is for nostalgia to carry those away,
For a new day to begin,
For sea waves to wash the footprints from the shore—
Because I can’t live with this sorrow anymore.

Let the breeze forget my name,
Let the moon not wait for me tonight.
I’ve whispered enough to stars in vain,
Now I long only for morning light.

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But will I ever find it?
I ask my inner self.
The voice, it hushes,
And my mind falls silent.

Solace in solitude hits me…
No answers, just a still embrace,
Like dew that clings before the dawn.
No race, no rush, no need to chase—
Just me, the sky, and sorrow withdrawn.

All I want is to be found—
Someone, even just a shadow,
To see what I hide, To feel my scars,
To know that I hold stars.
But who will it be?
Who dares to look beyond the veil,
To hold the storm without a word?
Perhaps a soul just as frail,
Drawn to silence others never heard