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Sep 2013
I can hear the fan whirling
I can hear the birds chirping
I can hear the workers banging their hammers and I can also hear the cars going by!
Yet there is silence in my mind.
A silence screaming to be broken !

I stare in the open space with a question.
Who am I? What am I doing here?

My silence speaks to me.
It says u r a lone person in this space, finding answers to the questions which will never be answered!
The world will move on.
The clock will tick.
The sun will drown.
The showers will cease and the same monotony will persist.

The world will never realize your presence,
sitting with the thoughts and living in your silence.
You will just be a moment...passed with the time
and the only thing that will remain…is the screaming silence!
Gourav Sarkar
Written by
Gourav Sarkar  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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