Silence replaced You


Everywhere I go
everywhere I prevail
a silence leads
a silence trails

I do what I love
I dance and read and write
I sing I play I travel
with silence as my guide

my friends are my darlings
and family my resort
but silence is what stays
in my actions and my thoughts

I shrug it off in music
in things that make me proud
but it returns with a vengeance
a silence – clear and loud

silence flies all day
in nights it comes to brood
my mind is its nest
my heart is its food

it’s found a hole in me
it lingers near and close
it resides in the vacuum
in just the place that was yours.

Comments

  1. Arun JohnMarch 28, 2011 at 5:30 PM

    "After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music" - Aldous Huxley

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  2. Sonal SinghMarch 31, 2011 at 10:43 AM

    Lovely line Arun, and very true indeed.

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