Might be mute for some
Darkness, might be black for some,
and
Solitude, might be loneliness for some,
But, for those who dream,
and for those who feel,
insides of them, and beyond the realm,
Through silences rings the loudest voice
In darkness thrive subtlety and poise
and in solitude lies a world so vast,
Of ,
future, ages, present and past
Of dwells and thoughts that forever last,
Characters, stories, poetry and prose,
Of those you lost, yet stay so close…
The mob of thoughts struggling for shape,
but hiding there, behind those drapes
fighting to break the chains of norms
bounds of conventions and shackles of form…
To lose oneself in the wonderland
of forests deep and endless sands
of a world that defies boundaries and lines
In such moods, the soul craves and the heart pines…
….to reach out to the world which moves in crowd
where silences go unheard, and echo the sounds loud,
where twilight and dawn cease to exist
a press of the switch, and light persists,
Where rule groups uproar and blurts,
what do they do, the introverts?
beautiful…
Amazing poetry you do lokesh!!!
thanks komal 🙂