Silence in its innumerable layers and dimensions, is tranquil.
Silence resounds, makes noise, mine has a voice.
Come by Darling, listen to my silence sing and rejoice.
Silence is agitated and edgy, hear its tirades pour out.
The silences within me, let them brush you and clutch,
sweep by and kiss you, let the silences bloom by your touch.
Silences! Hushed up, suppressed and subdued quietness.
Yours and mine, silences that cling and latch onto the core.
Silences! Imprinting on the soul, from the depths they roar.
When was it, that you walked by the muted memory lanes?
Noise makers booming in the head, have conspired against.
Uprising of the silence sensed, they are condensed and fenced.
My time has frozen, the needle stuck past a silent surge and swell.
The dam shall crumble, if my urge to contain it, I begin to quell.
Darling if I crack under your caring eyes, the silence shall flood.
Silence is selfless and polite, tactful and considerate, not hurtful.
Silences shall mourn for and bury the dreams, six feet under.
Silence is resilient and tough, noble, virtuous and graceful.
When our silences shall meet , they turn into a harmonious music.
To your notes I shall pen the lyrics, bring a tune, a melodious one.
Let our fingertips meet, mine and yours and sway to our silence.
Misplaced obsession with breaking ice or breaking the silence.
Silence is pure, soundless is holy, let's not speak a word.
True soul mates comfortable in the extended quietude, with nothing uttered.
In the hour of silence, when the un-hourly silence breaks dawn,
when the elements are transfixed, lets lock in an inaudible embrace.
Our heart beats shall speak and the relaxed breaths shall begin to race.
Overrated words, carefully strung sentences, manipulative and false.
Stretched, bent and misleading phrases, lets skip the talking.
Let our muted silence be understood, and the sparks shall go flying.
Words are overrated, talking is hyped, Silence has many shades and speaks volumes, sometimes more than the loudest of words. silence is intuitive, silence is earnest, silence is a paradox. I love paradoxes so I thought of penning bout Silence
-HARISH VAID
"He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words."
― Elbert Hubbard
"Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing."
― William S. Burroughs
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