don't really know its worth for it is the only!
lets put it to speech rather, so be it.
and the silence says, " I can't pretend, that isn't me",
either i am Silent or Dead!
keep in mind not to speak, the only deal,
lets save the silence for it is the only real.
Neither I, nor they but ya may be you,
for whom i can say i'll always stay silent, happy, aloof.
nervous breakdown before a nuclear war,
its obvious for the evident consequences.
and then there is noise, only it.
still no sound, still no voice, a petrified still.
fought with intelligence where the only thing that lacked was it,
the- 'would be silence', was audible way before the misfit.
then my silence comes embracing the loneliness,
asking me questions, what should i do? how should i go?
an eloquent articulation, its a perpetual haze.
enough of pindrops prepare for silent days.
the role play of ticking seconds kicking the silence.
neither the time stops nor the silence's violence!
an outburst of words, i listen to something.
surprising myself i have the aural sense,
prayers for a harmonious sight as if it were real,
bow down, bow down, bow down someone at least tried.
reality is the grotesque noise that no one can see,
the cacophonous pictures i hear, imagine the scene.
and i taste the laughter of a mocking self,
follow me follow me you bloody deaf!!!
so you've proven i am a lunatic( laughter),
sadist, shall i catch some sleep?
or what if i make it easy for you? give u a final chance?
the final demand, find the difference between dead and asleep.
for both the ways silence is the only being!
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