By Shobhit Harit
I walk between the callous earth and the muted night,
where debates conclude before the end arrives.
Not alone, as Silence walks alongside me tonight,
finding concealed truths is where he thrives.
“Tell the truth, tell what’s on your mind?”
I wish to ride the dusty wind that blows,
but where Silence exists, there’s nothing you can hide.
I hold weight in my heart that Silence knows.
My heart still wonders, after all these years,
why she never came to bid goodbye?
I turn back too late, and she disappears.
Too shy to speak, so I lost an ally.
“Who is it? You must tell.”
Silence asks me to disclose.
Someone I once knew well,
Someone special, whom Silence knows.
“Why miss someone who resides in memory?”
Silence pushes forward while I can only comply.
Memories fade; I kept her in my treasury.
Saying I forgot her means I can only lie.
The vivid recollection of our first meeting,
her gentle hand wave, my awkward hand pose.
Walking home together, I never minded her prattling,
being with her was enough, which Silence knows.
“What became of your life when she walked in?”
I can barely afford slipping, yet answers shall flow.
In a town where ghosts can’t be touched with skin,
greetings offered by a soul with her graceful glow.
Our friendship grew in depth, like a lengthy well-written play.
Laughing at goofy jokes while planning the next movie shows.
A tree touching sky doesn’t mean its roots are free from decay.
Missing the signs can be fatal, ask Silence, Silence knows.
“Is the path you walk, in hopes it leads back to her?”
I halt because the point reached is the one to evade.
If we are meant for each other, it’s still not over.
There’s no place left to welcome me, so why be afraid?
Closer I walk towards her; closer she walks towards me.
Silence asks his final question, to reveal what I propose.
“When you reach your destination, what will you see?”
I guess nobody knows except you, only Silence knows.