When we have somebody in this world, so noisy,
Ready to lend an ear empathetically
It makes our day.
A joyful day indeed, nay!
The drop of joy, ripples in circles certainly
Making us flap our wings widely,
And the much-desired empathy,
Sends ripples round and round, universally.
When the earth, the mountains, trees
Are cooled by the gentle breeze,
Manifesting themselves in serene silence,
Dancing with jubilance,
The world rejoices,
The birds awake to the beauty
And start twittering merrily and mesmerizingly.
Spellbound, the gentle lambs graze peacefully.
At night, amazed by the constellation of the stars,
Deep in silence, poets surely gaze with fascination
At the phenomenal awesome creation
Of God, and are often lost in contemplation,
And propelled to flow on the wings of ecstasy,
The silent, azure blue sky, giving rise to poesy,
Full of sheer beauty,
Nay heavenly beauty.
And when harsh realities of life,
Make our heart and soul full of strife,
We go silent,
Ruminate on life at times hell bent,
Like those women bearing their agony intense,
In reflective silence, others mistaking it for weakness,
In this sad dance of life, though speaking volumes spiteful,
In their silence awful.
Deepest feelings always show in silence,
Some hear the church bells in silence,
Others hear the waves crashing on the shore.
Entrancing the mind’s eye evermore.
Overpowering the brain,
Visiting it again and again.
Thus, mighty silence cannot be silenced,
However much one is balanced.