In Deafening Silence

My Ears Fell On The Sounds

Surrounding Me 

In Solitude

Tick -Tock Of Wall Clocks

Hanging In My Living Room

Tick-Tick -Tick Of Lizard

Clinging To The Roof

Creak Creak Creak Of The Wooden Doors

Adoring The Ways Of My Home.

The Sounds Were Not New

I Was

So Packed In My World

Never Paid Heed 

To The Minute Things

In My Surroundings.


In Solitude

A Realization Dawned

Even Silence Speaks

They Are A Part 

Of My Companionship.

© Ila Varma 16/10/2015

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