Song Of Silence

She is the Zahir

of my life.

She who's unnamed,

She who showed,

I'm capable of being loved

of which I knew nothing.

Self love a bit underatted,

Dancing on the song of silence,

The wind that blows,

The ray that holds,

Filling my life with the palette

Of colours she shows.

The love I behold,

For myself now, I know.

Rowing through the brook of time,

Reaching the state of grace at last,

That lasts,

As the time passes.

Dancing on the song of silence,

Not alone,

Enjoying my company,

On the beach, unravelling unnamed empty roads, and sometimes at homes.

The breeze flows across the face,

Treating myself with ice-cream and candies while back to my way,

Dancing on the song of silence,

Alone yet not alone.