Sounds,
Created by ‘disturbances’, Carried by ‘environment’...
Flow into my body from the outside world,
Flow out of my body to the outside world,
But some remain trapped…
In a cage.
An eternal cage, where it keeps on ‘reflecting’,
Some people notice it…
They say it ‘echo’,
But such people are very less,
In Fact, I haven’t met such a person in my life.
It seems people don’t want to notice it…
It reminds them,
Of their ‘echos’,
Making noise deep inside their voids,
Imperceptibly loud,
Unavoidably incessant,
With every reflection,
Enlarging the void they are trapped in
Waiting for,
‘Resonance’,
Powerful enough,
To the shatter the ‘tower’,
they are standing on.
Sounds,
Created by ‘disturbances’, Carried by ‘environment’,
Seemingly irreverent,
***** the ‘relevance’,
Leaving behind just…
Voids!