While listening to the note of
stupid silence,
often I forget to stop
my naked soul.
How faintly it peeps into the shadow,
framed in the body
of a piece of wind!
A lullaby of a cascade
echos through the blue rain drops.
The ardent flames of my dying eyes
rush to the secret windows of mind
to scratch a geometry
of my open sky....
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Hi Nilima, Silence is your only companion all through your life. And when she starts whispering in your ears, her presence is felt.. Only those who have experienced lonely days after lonely nights after lonely days.... can say this for sure....10++
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