I recall the time I walk with no head between my shoulders all the things I cannot retrieve which the rain washed it out, the clouds have fogged images to dust and leaving my senses rusty. The only steadyness remains was the ticking sound of my watch Not much things seeps in and Probably it became a taught art something tied to me, maybe I tied myself to.
Faraway from the city, Atop the mountain, Sitting on a solid block of rocks Seeing the colourful wildflowers bloom Watching the birds returning home in flocks I see people working on the downhill field and Wonder what the field might yield Wish to go down and trot through the lush domain To find something hidden in the plain I can see the April evening sun Spreading tangerine colour across the horizon Drowning behind the hill I can feel a kind of peace instill.
The silence just never speaks, It makes you feel its existence. It can be anywhere, In the depth of the blue sky, In the moon glade in the Silvery water of the small lake In the cold fragrant wind In the emptiness that is present right now In the struggle of thoughts to come out or not. ~The silent noise is whispering to me in silence, Break the silence, but This silence is so deep, strong and hurting That everything else is fading away In the end what remains is the silence..... ___________ lonethinker
One more day of being alone One more step taken to feel happiness I found nothing as Nothing lies there Probably I was being mistaken into Following the step I thought I am getting it, but no It was nothing but another lie. I was left with an utter silence and Laden with constant questions and A plenty of thoughts. The heart feels heavy A feeling, which isn't a new thing I hide it, always, From myself From everyone I ignore it, Because I don't want to feel it Don't know why? I try exhaling out To feel at ease even with the lying burden But I do not succeed, Dwelling on old memories I stay enclosed The one's I never told The one's that stayed silent Just for me It rests there peacefully It feels more heavy, It keeps pressing more and more The heaviness gets added more and more Making me uneasy, breathless While pain pouring out of my heart. A feeling that can't exactly be described more than that For its puzzling perplexity and Inconclusiveness It is there since a long time But I got no name for it, Only I'm aware of.