SILENCE

SILENCE-
IT HAUNTED ME ALWAYS.
LIKE THE GIRL IN THE HAUNTED WELL-
IT SPOKE TO ME-
IN WORDS INHUMANE-
IN TONES FEARFUL.

THERE IS A CRY HEARD IN SILENCE.
THE SCREAM  OF PAIN-
OF LOSS.
IT REMINDS ME OF THE NOISES PASSED.
THOSE SOUNDS EVEN MORE FEARFUL;
FEARFUL FOR THEY ARE DEAD NOW.

SILENCE-
I HAVE YEARNED FOR IT-
IN STREETS OF THE EVER BUSY WORLD.
BACK THEN, IT WAS BUT A FAIRYTALE-
THE BLISS OF SILENCE.
AND FROM MY ROOM;
ROOM NUMBER -12, HEXA AVENUE,
THE SIGHT OF THE SILENT TRAFFIC
WAS MUCH MORE THAN PLEASING.
FUNNY STORIES. !!

DEAF; THEY CALL ME.
BUT IN THIS SILENCE GIFTED,
I HEAR YOU ALL.
I HEAR YOUR LAUGHS,
I HEAR YOUR CRIES,
I HEAR YOUR SECRETS-
EVEN WHEN YOU FORGET TO SHARE.
I HEAR YOUR SOUL.

SILENCE-
IT IS THE LANGUAGE OF THE SOULS;
BEYOND HUMAN PERCEPTIONS,
BEYOND MORTAL LOGIC.
AND A FEARFUL SOUL RARELY FINDS THIS BLISS-
OF HOW YOU HEAR IN SILENCE.
DEAR FOLKS; IT TAKES COURAGE-
COURAGE OF A LIFETIME.

#teresian week competition 2015. 
thanks to that person who brought it back. :)