a new beginning starts here.
when we let the absence of words
sink in our skin and flow through
the red and blue veins.
to let silence become apart of us as a whole.
and to be ridden of awkward
and gently colored with tranquility.
when we are consumed with the most
heavenly stillness,
we appreciate the things
that normally don’t come to eye.

a new beginning starts here.
an interconnection manifested in the
deficiency of conversation.
it is an ambience that is better than any
formulation of sentences,
and our unspoken vowels and consonants
playfully roll around
in the quiet rest of the atmosphere;
it speaks louder than your steady heartbeat
and collected breathing.

But the most frightening thing is,
she is not afraid to turn her back around the world;
Shutting the universe out,
keeping herself in isolation.
She thinks it is the path to peace and quietness,
but instead,
it was an illusion to the void.
— Y.H.

Void,
gentle fervor.

It was good to be quiet,

Let mind fly,

Those narrow paths in the wild...


It felt good to be withdrawn,

Let thoughts fly,

Unreachable heights...


It feels good to feel detached,

Dwell deeper inside,

Guided by the soul to safer plains...


You are alive, you are dead,

I feel the loss,

Worship the treasure you left...


My days I spend thinking of the wealth,

I live, I lost,

Few battles, few titles...


What I never owned,

I can never,

But, guard it like a owner in a secret tower...


It is good to be quite,

Lost in the silence,

My reminiscences heard within me...


It feels good to feel,

the pain withdrawn,

From a wound that doesn't exist anymore...


It feels good to see the lives,

From the footprints, sprang alive

The lives torn from inside.... 

fresh at times, crushed sometimes,

But rising up every time with vigour and power...


I promise to be the land,

When crushed, hold and comfort,

When sprung alive, to look and smile...


It is good to be quite,

Lost in the silence,

My reminiscences heard within me...

Quietness: A state of appearing tranquil, when mind is too tired/exasperated/angry. But, which generate gentle ripples that is kept alive through out this state of mind and ready to blow wildely at the slightest provocation.

in quietness
      and confidence
shall be
      your strength...

Isaiah 30:15


cj 2016

Day and night shifting.
When the sun kisses
the moon.
Birds sleep in trees.
Hear a calming breeze
through leaves.
Quietness set
your mind at ease.
My head is spinning
around.
Thoughts still fighting
on battleground.
Do you feel my struggle
without hearing sounds.
My soul is drowning.
My love is howling.
Your words keeps me going.
They hold me and tease me.
Comfort me deeply.
My eyes wins the fight.
Time for sleeping.
A big kiss good night.