Sync

Control and filter your words,

Before you pitch them out from your mouth,

They are the sharpest weapon,

That could pierce soft hearts,

Leaving them bleed for rest of life,

Slowly letting the beauty of relation die,

Anything left after that are just residues,

And little sparks that keep burning,

The hurts of the past!

I hear the pain that screams those names,

I cry in thought those words one sought to fight a battle he never fought.

The sync in mysteries seen, talks heard, and tales spoke all dangle around in the mind,

The reality is just what corruption and injustice now conceals,

Which only the silence in your sync can find.

Why? Because silence speaks.