silence

There is a strain you feel in your eyes,

While a thought dwindles in your head,

A flinch on your forehead,

The eyes open, and you continue to stare in space....

Silence is dominant,

Which speaks a hundred words,

It contains in it a mystery,

A suspense, you may never unfold.

It is the seat for fantasy,

It is the reservoir of wishes,

It is place where your mind can grapple with its various thoughts,

This place of work holds in it the irony,

Giving us the peace of mind that we look out for,

Certainly, that which comes from within...

Well, it may run the risk of being misunderstood,

Which quite often it actually does,

Sometimes taken for granted,

Sometimes condemned; pleading a voice,

Sometimes ignored,

And sometimes, quite forcefully receiving approbation.

We might interpret the communication via the glares,

Sometimes through the bodily gestures,

But the tolerance for a dead gaze between two,

May pose the higher challenge, with which u cannot engage,

It’s that what we like to call “difficult”.

Does then, silence facilitate ignorance?

Does it allow for such a treatment?

Does it pre-empt that it can be abused?

Or does it just pay the price for a literal or symbolic silence?

It’s a beautiful space that enables us to BE!

The same space which permits for constructive grappling of thoughts,

The space leading to a realization; an insight,

A smile may follow,

But what’s that about?

A smirk as hint,

Eyes filled with tears,

Or, just a glowing face...

So many meanings,

Conflicting ambivalence,

A lashing may proceed,

A whole new turning,

Is there pain?

What could you be fighting against?

A new beginning? A fresh start?

A sigh; may then temporarily answer the question....