The judge asked him to speak
All he kept on saying was
The money made me do it
The money drove me to it
The money did that
The money did this
Then the judge said looking at
The money infront of him
If you can  convince
This money to talk
I will set you free from all charges
He then looked at the pile of money
Crying profusely he said
Your honour
Don't you know....MONEY CANT TALK

Four years sacrificed to you
Why did I stay so long?
Love really does make the heart blind, deaf and mute too
So you cannot see when it is all wrong.

I sat on the stairs
long after they stopped shouting.
As the shout and anger
made room for themselves
in our lives.
As muted cries
became muted sighs.
I would look at the sky
and see no stars,
but only the tears
that pooled my eyes.
For long, a portion of time
got stuck in my heart
to remind of how lonely a child could be
in spite of having all.

I nervously shake.
I stare and wonder in curiosity.
I look around and see all the socializing.
Oh how I wish I could socialize

But instead I sit in the sidelines watching.
Hoping someone will go up to me.
But of course that will never happen.
I get nervous trying to speak.
I can’t speak.
I desperately want more friends.

But that’s not possible.

He suddenly became quiet.

He didn't feel like getting any of his thoughts
out into the world anymore.
He felt that nothing mattered
and that his presence was defined
only by the clothes he wore and
not by the words that wore him out.

He started wearing shirts. Up 'til the last button.
He became numb
and all of his dumb
fears
became brave
in one instance.

No one recognized his face anymore.. for a while now. They were concentrating on other things,
and when he finally recognized the truth
that was staring at him from the mirror,
he decided to hit the "snooze" button.

He couldn't find any reason to get out of bed in the morning,
nor to go to sleep at night.
He was in limbo,
in a purgatorial state of mind,
with one foot set in irrelevance
and the other one stepping in the **** of inadequacy.

He felt weak
and small,
although he was never thin,
nor fit.

He still loved everyone and wanted more from them,
even though nobody wanted more of him.

He often felt like the screaming guy in Munch's painting
- surrounded by color, light and everyone's rear end -
Oh, what a wonderful state of mind!

He stopped setting up his alarm.
It felt useless - everything had already happened, anyhow.
His life started showing the MUTE button in the corner of his internal screen.

He suddenly became very quiet
but despite all the silence that was surrounding him NOW,
there was a lot of noise in his head.

Muted
A way of speech

Stay Muted
What's being said
What's being heard
Yet, entertained by none
Still, unwelcome by much

Shy of the resound,
but thirst for the silenced to be heeded
Nonetheless.

Just a malamute
Howling in the chaos
Deserted in bold wording.

"Why do I always spill?
I feel it coming out my throat
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap
God, I wish I never spoke"

Please don't hurt me
I swear I didn't mean it
I know I blurt too much
Please just blame in on the caffeine

God, I wish I never spoke
I really can't take back what I said
Don't choke me
Don't leave me dead

Just let me go
I can't do it
Because I know
That you can hit

I'll stitch my mouth shut
I've taken enough punches to the gut
Don't call me a snitch
Next thing you know
I'm on crutches