Silence

The silence roving in darkness

During long cloudy nights

The silence prowling in light

On moonlit nights, mornings and afternoons

The silence of an old creaking fan

Continuously rotating above the head

Stretching the days and nights

Filling it with ennui and nothingness

The silence of floating rain drops in air

Resembling the facial contours

Of a baby just smiling and emoting

And still struggling to form words

The cacophony emanating from the bosoms of the silence

The silence echoing in the heart of this cacophony

The oppression perpetrated by the silence

The soothing calm induced by the silence

Sinking into the morasses of the silence

Rising from the depths of the silence

The beauty and the enigma of the silence

The masculine and the feminine of the silence

The perils of this unencumbered chore

Of establishing companionship with the silence

Leads to an island of utter desolation and wasteland

Sprinkled with hopelessness and a little hope