Quiet Is The New Loud Poem by KUNAL SETH

In this world of broken wings
Full of cuts and bruised egos
Where chaos prevails and sanity suffers
Where blood is cheap and currency is tougher
The order of a new kind is making its way
Uniting everyone, No one left wasting away
A new wave of radicals shouting aloud
That quiet is the new loud
Battles will be won
Without the winning sides
A war without a plight
No raised guns no flying bullets
Just a numbed silence
Tales will be sung of the unsung heroes
The heroes who sowed the seeds of a silent world

Finally wearing the inside out
Boys of peace scouting around
Bringing hope to the fallen stars
No preys of heart breaks
Only the thud of the beating hearts
Freedom from notions
No ills of democracy
No pills of dictatorship
No parliaments to make a point
No flag to claim what is yours or mine
Signs of equality flying high
Innocent smiles and bright eyes
We don’t need any words
No language barriers
No sound carriers
Just a hand to hold on to
Just a smile to go home to…

-If only the world will shut up one day, peace will prevail and the thoughts will stand still.
27/1/2011