As I look up at the orange sun
Trying to escape the chaotic run,
Amidst the cacophony of life ,
Sometimes all I hear is silence.
Silence reverberates, speaking volumes
Of unuttered words, of distant cries
Of helplessness that takes refuge,
Shrieking out that alone I must strive.
When my mind raises a thousand questions
Trying to wake a sleeping conscience
In the ensuing silence, I find my response.
Realizing that I must move on.
Warning me of the obscure and verbose
As an emollient it soothes and consoles.
Amidst the abysmal world that surrounds,
Allures the soul towards something profound.
© Bilquis Fatima