To my yesters!
Silences that sneak
Days that have turned bleak
Silences that had word
Moments I can no longer afford
Silences that stormed
Replaced and profundity formed
Silences I craved
Couldn’t keep me enslaved
Silences I saw
Left me in a flaw
Silences that broke
Ruptured in a stroke
Silences those were freed
Ushered a novel breed
Now,
Silences are sounds
Mellowed by the bounds
Silences drain
Where I leave my ropes of refrain
Silences that voice
Pondering to make a choice
Silences are nights
Where I await for fights
Silences jive
Brought me back to life
Silences are sentences
Creating-breaking your defences
Silence is me
Where you set me free
Silences are us
Beyond our earthy hour
The terrific letters: s-i-l-e-n-c-e-s ... they attain meaning in your piece, just as I wanted to dive in the euphoria of noise. They make a poem go alive, to bask and rhythm in my surrenders.
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hey thanks for the visualizations. But sumwer i feel i cud have done a better justice to the word (to steal ur way) s-i-l-e-n-c-e :)
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