Silence

and Some what pathetic also
But yes sometimes Silence speaks
And you know it speaks louder than the words......
But not always.......

It goes deep inside the heart ......
Some how incisions are made,
They are fatal.........
But not always......

It talks about the past.......
The same past which you want to think no more of......
It doesn't matter how felicitous you want to be..
melancholy the surrounding is.....
But not always.....


Some times It is so generous......
As it Hides Your implosion..
But its not perpetual......
May be for a flash but.......
Now it is succinct, dramatic, often sardonic....
But not always.........

You got No Answers For it .......
the only way to reply to it......
or to talk to it is the Silence itself But ......
Remind You Not alwaysssss.................

Eloquent Silence

Eloquent Silence











And, there was noise
breached by a cry
devoid of a voice

Sobs that silently choked
Heart’ beat heard
In the void of sound
w’en air flowed
rustling din curled
leaves slowly furled
Eyes shuttered
shattering quiet

In warmth’s embrace
Breath whispered
on a shoulder
Leading the pause,
eloquent silence
was heard
above unheard clatter

And, there was noise...

Smoke

The cigarette burns, silence resonates,
Swirling in the smoke, your voice, my name,
Words said, promises made, rotate….
I marvel, “is everything same?”

In the flame burns my bleeding heart,
I give death to immortal love,
I sever life’s darkest part,
The last beacon in dusk.

My memories, I burn one by one,
I see vital signs vanish.
Stinging me, deeds undone.
Array of thoughts, I banish.

Dreams shattered, now depart…
The last hopes, I discard.
Swirling in the smoke, your voice, my name
The cigarette burns, silence resonates.