Silence...


Silence…a mystery to me…
A soothing friend…a brutal enemy…

Silence is Music…

Ever heard its sound?
Impossible I know, when you are deafened by the noises around…
It’s a symphony of sorts…both melancholy n gay…
A treasure of rich notes which inspired Beethoven and many to play…

Silence is Remembrance…

A friend helping us recall…
Our all-time highs…our greatest fall…
A smile on our lips…a drop of tear in our eyes…
For recollections both bad and good...when triggered, time flies…

Silence is Mourning…

A long deep sigh, battling a numbing pain…
A broken heart trying to mend itself and be whole again…
Losing someone dear to high heavens…
A vicious curse to an unjust Lord, ‘cause without that someone, the world is barren…

 Silence is Threat…

A vague unclear entity, both intimidating n fearful…
A sadistic demon, breaking up relations, leaving us tearful…
An indication when complete truths are withheld…
Forcing us to doubt our loved ones, when all trust is dispelled…

Silence is Contemplation…

A reflection on our deeds in the past…
A quest to find who we are...to fill a void in us which is vast…
A search for meaning, reason as to why things are such…
A pursuit which can drive insane, if obsessed with too much…

Silence is Happiness…

Refreshing like a cool spring breeze…
A lasting joy, keeping us at ease…
A sparkle in the eyes, a hint of a smile…
A retreat from the hustle n bustle of this world, a time spent worthwhile…

Silence is Salvation…

A touch of the divine…
A relief from attachments with this world, calming our mind…
When life ebbs out, in death all things become clear…
In that eternal silence, we embrace death as if a friend most dear…

Silence is Prayer…

A desire deep rooted in our heart…
A wish we want fulfilled, in exchange, anything can be taken apart…
Or just gratitude to the Lord, although it’s rare…
For whatever we have, seeking nothing, content with our share…

My heart is confused…lost…dumbfound…
What is silence after all? Something extraordinary or just the absence of sound?

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