Silence, is a space
Lost in time.
A terrain marked
For just one's self.
No emotions,
That words spill -
No edge,
Which any life deals.
Just a feeling of
Being one and whole,
Special too maybe-
In the flow.
Silence, is harmony-
Where no will defies the wheels,
And there is no
Cacophony.
No give and take,
Of what one doesn't have -
No backward glance,
To what one left behind -
Only soft soulful
Symphony;
One breath after another.
One heartbeat after the other.
Silence, is a selfish zone-
To be lost and never found.
To be there,
But not around.
To be at one,
Yet quite done-
And no one to judge
Or stop you.
As you go your way,
Being silent.
