When in my silent mode, I tend to hear myself.
    Only that I fail every time I try.


    There is this catastrophe inside, this outburst, this
    Storm. Too many sounds, too much noise and yet,
    too much of Silence.


    There is this empty feeling not empty at all,
    These pangs, these shivers, these sharp edges
    which I fail to bend, that I fail to curve.


    Feels like you are projecting continuously, some
    Stones on my heart's wall. Do you know not
   It hurts?


    How does a mirror feel? When it bears cracks?
    Or how does a finger feel when you pierce - ouch
    When you pierce forcefully, some thorns?
    Or perhaps a chunk of that broken mirror,
    How does it feel?

    Ask me. Only that I know not
    What to answer and how.