I sail through utter silence
Words are ceased
And thoughts freezed
Nothing more remains to be said, I reckon
Or there is too much
Yes
It is too much
that words cant capture
thoughts cant express
yet it flows
like an ocean which moves from shore to shore
and never finds an abode...

I said so much, You know
My silence talked to you for eternity
You sat there, looking at me
Did you listen to what I said??
The monologue that went on and on???
So much so that perhaps
You stopped listening
And
I, unable to utter more... stopped talking
I talked so much to You, You know
In my silence…

Living in black and white universe,
I knew not of gray realms
Of wilderness
Of hopelessness.
I knew not of love.
Disheveled,
lost and wandering.
Beaten by the white, swollen by the black.
I entered into the gray.
I found the soul of my body,
saw the reason in insanity,
felt that light ray on my face,
And then I tried looking for tracks,
for directions
for signals and signs
to move around the gray.
I drowned more and more
and found that the gray was
nothing but a chasm, staring back at me…

All those times when you drank the wines
The beauties
The charms
The temptations
As cures
All those times when you went rushing to
What you thought was the end of your quest
Was but a mirage
All those times when you gave all you had
And got but the illusions
All those times when you
Lost a piece of your heart
Come to me and let me make up of for all those times
Let me be your wine
The beauty, the charm, the temptation
I shall be the cure
The magnet to pull all the pieces together
And make you a whole again…
Will I be enough???

...And I were
but a smoke
of the cigarette,
You just, finished.

If the immense pain in my heart
The blood soaked scars,
and my aches find words
I will find myself from my own ruins
I will, then find the secrets of the world and harmony
With the secrets in my know, I will find words for my poem of love,
for the chronicles of my pains
And when my silence finds the voice,
this world will become my kingdom
…And when my silence finds the voice,
and my pain finds the words,
my poem of love, my chronicles of pains are expressed.
I will own the treasures of heaven and earth...then…