In this moment of suspended desires I wake up to sounds
sounds of melancholy, sounds of sheer impeccable joy
sounds of birds that play hide and seek
sounds of hidden heavens that I need to die for
sounds of this throbbing life I am witness to
sounds of shuffling feet that pass by me oblivious of my post
sounds of atoms oscillating within the water filled with glass
do I have the audacity to utter a single syllable?
do I have the courage to break their kingly monotony?
do I have the means to pay for their theft?
I peep inside my quintisential soul
and my gaze reflects all my queries laden with silent whispers.
