A dedication to a silenced relationship….
Voice of Silence
Though the music has silenced,
But its melody lingers.
Lingers with all the beauty:
Profuse with all the romance,
Words have lost their meaning;
World seems to have lost all its life–
And in that unearthly silence born out of the halted melody:-
Suffering finds a new dimension.
August autumn turns into crinkled pages of history:
November is here with all its shivering.
For a tree winter matters:
But why is the leaf sad in winter?
Oh! It would be stripped off.
The lonely suffering is really strange,
For it is not actually difficult to be loud and get some company:
But sometimes the simplest ideas become hard to execute;
There are thousand ways to light a candle:
Why then still darkness prevail in its nearest surrounding?
How far one need to walk to be known as a wayfarer?
How much one need to sacrifice to be called as a monk?
Can it ever be so cold that my young blood will freeze in my heart?
Can a broken heart break again?
Can there be a faction without a union?
Dusk–the hours of the defeated;
Memories–the remnants of the past;
But my own past is constantly mocking own present–
All that I had—
I don’t have today–lost in the tiresome journey:
A journey that won’t end until I lose all–
How proud was Achilles to die in the hands of Paris?