in silence

The beauty of silence allows me to ponder and marvel at a number of things...

a love that hurts and could never have been
of pain knifing one's heart, free flowing waters on one's cheeks
of groping and holding onto as obscure it may seem
still clinging into the impossible, the dark and the rim
fervent prayers whispered where faith is as unlimited as dreams.

Because it's in one silence where enlightenment is at its peak
to come to terms with oneself, nobody else plays intrusive
where oneself and inner soul collide
and the heart and mind finally coincides
the silence is the dawn of one's day
to bid goodbye to the unknown and the vague.

And you would know when to hold on and to let go
the heart speaks words that made sense even ages hence
the calming of one's fury, the fire has expired
there's ample light and glimmer on one's mind
never to be lost, a road map as a guide
in the midst of silence is the courage to decide.

Even if tears continuously flow or the heart unceasingly bleeds
the silence gathers courage, to give in even to defeat
it is a testament to memories, foolish choices, and the could have beens
and in silence one relives, hopes, accepts, cries, and keeps on dreaming.
Till reality prods to make choices, hand in hand with one's silence
And that day void with noise makes all that difference.