All along with you,
Both the sounds and the silence converge.
The music of your still vocals,
Always beat a rhythm in my heart.
The sounds of swaras are none;
But the finest sounds of your walk matter.
The words may not always need the company of sound.
Sometimes, to express the feelings,
Maybe the silence of a blink is enough.
And sometimes,
Conversing can be done within our souls.
I once thought silence walks much through the dark.
But you showed me beyond doubt that:
It reigns over the bright and the peace.
