What we do not see
And not audible
Are the most profound
Too many discordant notes
Annihilates them
Only in silence
You can realize them
It’s a world of revelation
Once attuned
It’s a source of eternal joy

Truth always has to
Take that extra effort
Of herculean proportions
To dislodge deception
From the pedestal
Celebrated for long
Truth gets a chance
To establish itself
Having to prove itself
An irony

Soft words
Pampered with love
Cushions the heart
From the harsh realities
You can lean on them
Pulling you away
From the barbed wires
A feeling of home
Love’s in the heart
You are always home
Even if the world
Denies you the parasol
Everything feels right
Words from the heart
You can always rely on

Poetic whispers
Reverberate
Across the
Corridors of
The poetic
Hallway
Pillars of
Words
Strengthened
By the
Poetic touch
Carved out
And chiseled
With intricate
Details
Only who roams
These hallowed  
Hallways
Are cognizant
Of now and
Beyond
And don’t
Demarcate
Between reality and
(un)reality
Words from
The eternal
Fountain
Makes for a
Beautiful landscape
Around the
Beautiful monument
Built by, Poets
Everything is
Sacrosanct

Induced influences
of the portrayed reality
reflected from the
mirrors of (un)reality
nexus of the rays
entraps you in a bind
Counterfeit enthusiasm
of sinister designs

Many sighs between
The heart and lips
Oft, feelings are adrift
Winds of time
Takes hold of the sail
Pulled away
By the undercurrents
Of despair

We always say a lot
And not feel satiated
Words leave us
Yet, more within us
Waiting their turn
To convey so much
Much anticipation
But, loses its meaning
Our cognizance
Not articulated adequately
If not words
Let’s try silence
Keeping our ears to the heart
Awaiting an understanding
Without the words
Echoing the profound feelings