Silence

Silence is where there is no sound,

Silence is where there no sound maybe.

Silence is an expression which cannot be shown,

Silence is music that cannot be heard of.

Silence is a presence without a being,

Silence is a mystery that is unsolved of.

Silence is a God which ceases to exist,

Silence is a pain with no wound.

An air that floats in a graveyard,

a silence that engulfs the dead.

A conversation without a sound,

gives a sense of being unsaid.

Something that lingers in deep oceans,

between the molecules of matter and light.

In the plant of a desert with no life,

among the places where man once was.

In the dust of desolate valleys,

in the muteness of a mute.

Of the rain in a city when it pauses,

amidst a dangerous crisis.

When the body feels hot due to fever,

a silence of being weary.

A boy asks a soldier, ‘Why did you lose?’,

the state of being mute in him.

In the cool air at midnight,

inside the water of black river.

Among the woods before spring,

a silence of being beautiful.

And the time when body is dying,

a silence of being regretful.

Between great love and hatred,

with the hunger of silence.

Of a person with bittered friendship,

with the huge pain of war.

A defeat after a hostile combat,

in seeing a body laid in church.

A silence of disappointment,

in having a life for being dead.

Among the poor defeated leaders,

and in a boy with youth of poverty.

Over the icy air of waters in a pool,

a silence of inhospitality.

Behind a fake mask of personality,

the silence of unwelcoming.

With being remindful of a fact,

of a woman who once was beautiful.

Among the shadows of darkness,

a silence of vulnerability.

And at last the silence of the dead,

a feel of wanting to be in the end.

This planet of loud sounds,

still exists something without sounds.

Silence engulfs each and everything,

from the clouds to the seabed.

I have been silent till now,

but after this, my silence does not go continued.