Our Voices Journey through the Silence. A Poem

Our Voices Journey through the Silence

 

Our voices journey through the great Silence,

Silence will lend its ear through violence,

Plus the blare of music that plays through walls,

And precious cup that smashes when it falls.

 

Silence expands beyond its great remit,

Not troubled by call, shout, or sudden hit.

As sounds find their way across the long days.

While poets dismiss those rapt voices of praise

 

The pulse of presentations punch the ears,

A sharp word cuts across, elicits tears,

Silence embraces waves of ripples and sound,

Dwells through inner voices that surround.

 

Sound of Silence dwells without traces found,

Silence and sound remains unsplit, unbound,

Where saints and sinner find their final rest,

In some profound way, both know their blessed.

 

Silence writes itself in the music halls,

Upon the mobile as it rings and calls,

Babies murmur in pram while dogs do bark,

The wind clutches upon the singing lark.

 

Tiny whispers that lovers share at night,

Power of such Silence informs delight,

The breath that permeates the aroused ear,

With passion and erotic touch so near.

 

Silence knows no form, no figure or blow,

No palpable additions come or go,

We cannot locate its shape, here or there,

Wordless realm leaves listener stripped and bare.

 

I can’t even emit a single word

I cannot disrupt deep Silence conferred

Written upon stars, written in the sand

I know this Silence, forever at hand.




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