THE VOICE OF SILENCE

Always, you're mine

Whenever it flies, it's quite

Neither does it speak, making it a false ecstasy

A sense of aura where it goes alike

The next moment, it disappears in thin air

Closer to the winds, closer to eyes

Across divinity, a moment of silence takes birth

Beneath the surface lies a silence 

By closing the inner conscious, it erupts a craving for belonging of a human soul, making it a voice 

That moment is pure

Imagined by humans, animals, nature together

making an existence universal

Then we dive within our souls to listen to silence eventually; the chaos makes it an elusive moment.

By vivid silence,

I ask

Always, you're mine!