Silence is ubiquitous.

It lies between; the sea and the stars,

the dead and the alive,

within the agonised and the remorseful.

 

 A rendezvous with silence,

lots to decipher;

what is it exactly about?

I couldn’t infer.

Tempest inside has no way out

silence paves the way though.

 

The sound of silence seems soothing,

until it isn’t deafening

It is a gift in disguise,

given in hands of the feeble-minded,

it gets lost in the dark abyss

 

Chaos and anarchy rule the world,

silent spectators stand in every corner.

Will their silence ever be heard?

The dead know it all being in heaven.

We will too as we approach them.

 

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