As the silence creeps in,
The whole world stands still.
Waiting anxiously for the noise,
It’s drug to keep it high.
As the winds stop, the air drop dead,
The tired eyes stares at the sky,
For a leaf to move, to keep them in illusion
That life is moving.
As I write this poem,
I anxiously waiting for the next rock song,
To keep me floating in my painful world.
But even in this vicious cycle of desires,
We all await silently for that light,
Which will shine the brilliance of silence,
Where the mind will be peaceful if it’s still,
Where the winds are calm like the deep sea,
We all awaits for those glistening eyes,
That awaits to open to see what’s inside,
A journey to a peacefull bliss,
A journey to Moksha!