Silence, weeping all alone, not knowing the art to break free,
Unspoken words, layered in dust, rusting in times debris.
The pain of silence, the shrieks of agony, go unheard;
Thoughts overlap, musings fade and slowly get blurred.

The prolonged hours of a day’s noise, envelopes the mind,
This cacophony all around, strangely calming and kind.
To hush the mutiny of the mind, to make every thought choke,
To drown deep chaos within, silence wears an invincible cloak.

In the midst of darkness and the blissfully sleeping night,
Silence seeks refuge in the corners where travels no light.
Silence numbed by opium and years of strangled screams,
Silence buried in the graveyard of unfulfilled, unrequited dreams.

Dawn breaks shamelessly, again and again, without fail.
With each dawn silence feels, more damaged, more frail.
Glaring at every mocking mirror, silence begs with lost voice,
To return, to speak, for one last time, or to make death the final choice.

As a brick wall climbs high, rising one brick at a time,
The wall of silence grows, ignored voices muted like crime.
The final mansion of silence shuts doors with heavy noise,
All the blocks of silent bricks shudder a little, in silent poise.

The sleeping night, the rising dawn ,or the mocking mirror,
The slowly rising walls of silence, a fortress against terror.
Silence, long cradled in its arms, every drop of unshed tear.
Silence vowing in total silence to shed every shred of fear.

Silence of the deep forests, silence of the blues, are but true,
But the constant silence raging within is a pain for only a few.
Was it the mind or the heart, which went ‘silent’ at the core?
Was it the mind or the heart, or did they together the burden bore.

Not to be cajoled or awakened from a fathomless stupor,
Every slight of being unheard, dealt like a lone stoic trooper.
No magic wand nor force of will, shall break willful silence,
Silence resorts to deeper quiet to mask the chain of violence.

Silence was the path to traverse the maze of human soul,
But to stay locked forever , was never the journey’s goal.
Silence could have empowered the mind with Divine power,
But silence became the symbol of weakness, a shield to cover and cower.

Silence waits against the lashes of abuse, it stops to feel.
Silence waits for that one kindred heart, to hear, to heal.
Silence, one day will speak louder than all the voices echoing in symphony,
To hear that resonating note of silence, aha, the ultimate epiphany.