Silence Is Not The Absence Of Words Poem by Mohammad Younus

Silence is not the absence of words
but the presence of the heart's stillness—
a Kaaba within, where echoes dissolve
into the vastness of unspoken truth.

Before the first ripple of time,
before the birth of space and light,
there was Silence—
eternal, unbroken, whole.
The void cradled it,
a womb of infinite potential,
where galaxies stir in their dreaming
and stars whisper secrets yet unborn.

Those with ears attuned to hush
can hear it woven through the cosmos—
a thread of stillness binding all things.
It murmurs through the breath,
each inhale a return to the source,
each exhale a release into the infinite.
It beats within the pulse,
in the quiet hymn of trembling hearts,
in the spaces between notes
where music finds its meaning.

Silence was the first song,
a melody older than time,
sung by the One before creation's dawn.
And still, it sings—
beneath the clamor of cities,
beneath the roar of oceans,
beneath the ceaseless hum of being.
It is the undercurrent of all sound,
the ground from which noise rises
and to which it must return.

In silence, the soul remembers
its origin—
a fragment of the infinite,
a spark of the eternal.
It is here, in the quiet,
that we hear the voice of the unseen,
the language of the unspoken,
the song of the uncreated.

Silence is not emptiness,
but fullness—
a presence too vast to be contained,
a stillness too deep to be measured.
It is the breath before the word,
the pause before the step,
the space between thoughts
where the infinite spills into the finite.

Listen—
beneath the noise,
beneath the chaos,
beneath the weight of the world,
silence sings.

It is the first song,
and it will be the last.
O no, silence—
without beginning, without end.
It is the sound of the eternal,
the music of the soul,
the hymn of the heart.

MyKoul