In silence, lies the journey of every answer,
Noise never solved the impact on the heart.
We kept floating in the river of questions, just like that,
The destination was found when I made this journey complete with myself.

Lost was peace and sense of mind,
Lost was reason and moral binds.
Lost was strength, the will to grind,
A yearning soul fled, only a shell confined,
The haunting weight of wounds left behind.

It spoke, it spoke until the mouth dried,
But the words were ignored, the thoughts denied.
Next time when the turn came,
Dull eyes and silent cry, that's all remained.

Amidst the chaos in daily life,
The silent soul remained amidst the rife.
It spoke nothing, just listened to others,
Bearing their pain as though it were its own burdens.

A heart that aches, a mind that roams,
A soul that yearns for untamed homes.
In silent wars, they break apart,
Yet still reach out to heal each heart.

Q.) Who hurt you most?
Ans.) ....
Me, my brain, my heart, my soul,
Mind: full of over thoughts, so bad so foul,
Heart: full of love, but one-sided, so foul,
Soul: Yearns freedom, trapped in body so foul.

Me, trapped in between,
Too much pressure, I'm cavin' in,
Thoughts, like chains, snare me,
These emotions, won't free me,
My superego silences my id's plea,
While my ego betrays the real Me for 'me'.

This feeling,
The feeling of having full heart,
The feeling of having a mind storming,
The feeling of having a suppressed soul,
But not being able say anything.

Too many things to say,
Too many things in mind,
Too many things buried in heart,
But when the mouth opens,
Mind blanks, Heart silences, Words vanish.

Not being able to speak,
Not being able to write,
For a writer, it is failure,
Failure in life, in passion,
Failure as a person.