Silence and Darkness -
If silence, at all times,
and wherever needle points,
had consumed the voice,
what a world it would be...
If darkness, all the ways,
of all the years, all the days,
had been scattered across,
what a world it would be...
nor light, neither noise, no worries indeed,
neither would there be left any need,
be it betrayal by the eyes,
or ears listening to the lies.
nor does the one that respires,
differ from the one, that expires.
If each drop of a rain,
and of sand every grain,
were in silence, immersed,
and in darkness, dispersed,
what a world would it be...
Noise and Light -
ever since I had first seen,
had I been hearing, ever since,
nor a day, neither night did I,
un-bothered by, ever let it fly.
I remained glaring, back at the light,
remained yelling at noise, did I,
remained I, closing ears and eyes, shut tight,
caged in my own despise, was I,
until once I, did realise the fact,
had I never once, ever thought of that,
it was the very noise, of the cacophonies,
and it was that very blinding light,
which had cradled my ears, with melodies,
and painted pictures for my sight,
which poured the essences,
and made me alive,
which guided my senses,
and kept me alive.