Silence

Not a leaf is ruffling

In this vast cosmos of unending dreams,

As if the unbridled force of nature

Has reached its final destination.

Silence….. deafening to the ears,

Shredding my soul to its core,

Freezing all the life energies –

Poisoning me to a slow death.

Not a leaf is ruffling

In this vast cosmos of unending dreams,

As if the unbridled force of nature

Has reached its final destination;

Dimming away every twinkling light

From the night sky,

And plunging me into the grasp of an unfathomable abyss.

The end is near; the dreams have began to rot,

And the pain of fall from the dizzying heights

Of bliss

Has been lost in the agony of silence.

Of the many meadows ploughed together,

Will remain a wasteland of unfulfilled lives.

Silence….. is all left for me.

-Bhaskar Saikia (February, 17, 2020)