SILENCE

SILENCE - IT ALWAYS FASCINATED ME THAT HOW ITS DUAL NATURE AFFECTS US ALL. IT CAN BE BEAUTIFUL TO SOME AND CHOKING FOR OTHERS. IT MAY NOT BE A HYPERBOLE TO SAY THAT SILENCE IS ONE OF THE GREATEST WEAPONS. THE SAME IS DEPICTED THROUGH THE POEM. HOPE YOU LIKE IT...

A few moments - that's all it took,

to turn him into an effigy.

With ruined mind and shattered soul,

he, in himself, became a refugee.

'What was Silence?' - ask of him,

for he is the one who is drowned in it.

Trapped in a dream, glued to the past,

but if you ask, he wouldn't admit.

He would say that he is not stuck,

and moved on a long time ago.

But he relives it every single day,

as the nightmares wouldn't go.

He always told himself,

that he won't descend into madness.

But as much as silence is beautiful,

it is a killer with no kindness.

Day by day, more numb he went

until he couldn't feel a thing.

The people he once cared for,

now felt as harsh as a bee's sting.

You may say that it is not possible,

for a single mind to feel this much.

But my friend, he was hugged by it,

and all you've had was a mere touch.