Semua begitu suram, Semua begitu kelam, Semua begitu buram. Kupu-kupu tak lagi berkumpul di kebun, Lebah tak lagi menghasilkan madu, Burung tak lagi berkicau merdu. Ditanyakan pada alam, "Apahal semua ini?" Ditanyakan pada malam, "Apa yang terjadi?" Ditanyakan pada siang, "Mengapa seperti ini?" Tapi percuma saja, Semua hanya bisa membisu. Bagai abu sisa bara yang masih menyala.
Silence speaks to me, Speaks more than words. It hides no lies, Just hard to understand. It can give peace, Or can depict pain. It can give solace, Or emotion drain. It has many shades, Lot many faces, Devoid of charade, Gives enough space. A lot can be told by silence, And this Silence can be heard, With an eye glance, Things that can not be told by words.
it was a beautiful starry night when we were both drunk, lying on the sand you told me bout your ugly and weird fascinations i was intently listening to your most peculiar thoughts there were moments when we could just shut up for a minute but feel no awkwardness at all i can hear you breathing and that, i think, is still the best melody I've heard so far sometimes i'd take a quick look at your face you looked so happy, i almost thought i was dreaming, as if everything's not real but no, it was profoundly true. we felt infinite. that was the only time i ever felt alive. but that was then, life happened. and i don't know where you are now. i wonder who's lying with you on the sand now, listening intently to your most peculiar thoughts listening closely to your inhales and exhales sharing the most comfortable silences with you staring at the beautiful moonlight, feeling infinite. wishing the night would never end. he must be so lucky.
How I felt How I wondered How I dealt How I plundered
Towards the roaring river In the thunderous storm The animals dodge nature's aimed quiver As I stood on the upper cliff form
Marveling the rain, clouds, lightening, wind, and thunder The screams of my head Were overtaken by these blunders Greater noises up ahead
Here is where I can finally hear silence For all that yelling inside my mind turns mute And all external hullabaloo are but a ring in noiseless For if I can match each one's volume and ******, a pure, beautiful quietness goes on as a loop