She went on her way
without making any noise.
Her comings were noiseless
and so were her goings.
When she spoke,
there were just words,
hollow words.
She carried the silent death with her.
But only she knew,
that her mind
had a noise so loud
that even the minds
on the farthest corner,
would hear the shrieks.
Only she knew,
that her mind
was so capable
of controlling the magic
which is she, herself.
It’s an irony, that
her silence is chaotic,
but her mind is peaceful.