When this noise subsides and the silence prevails.
I sit down to think and the thoughts evade
this cluster of words like a zigsaw puzzle
sits down in my lap awaiting my caress
from this unruly heap I pick up love and begin to peel
like layers of onion it begins to reveal
secrets of life, of passion, of hunger and lust
my eyes are hazy way before I reach it’s inner core
I give up and sit idle with my hands dipped in the heap
playing absent mindedly with care and trust
they bite me in protest to bring me to senses
I surrender them back without a question
I am wide awake and the silence has risen
from the pit of my stomach and taking a shape
it’s beginning to hover over that heap
and each one of them is rising as if from ashes
I come to terms with some facts I had forgotten
I have to abide by the rules of my atoms
breaking free will never be an option
be it from me or silence or noises.
