Silence

Ninety nine times ninety nine strings pullings under my scalp,

The divides in the divides of my divide are confusing,

There are more words in my silence than there are in my speech,

I seek for solitude and crave for isolation.

Sanely psychologically disordered yet psychiatrically sane.

Different means of expression just to earn an attention;

Hyperbole, litotes, metraphor, oxymoron, personification, and yet more are devised and used,

But the messages come to them like mere figures of speech.

Creeped out the cave of darkness thinking I’d find a beam of light,

Only for me to discover that the outside is darker than the deepest compartments of the cave.

Emotions swingle, moods swingle, depression pops a head, suicide says ‘I’m an option’, indabas pile floor-to-ceilling.

I become invisible and the seeing eye itself become blind to my existence,

I become a breathing inanimate entity.

Silence, silence, silence,

Silence, silence, silence,

Silence becomes the best friend of a sociable junkie.

Hence, it occurs to my knowledge that I’ve been living in the world of my illusions; I’ve been existing in a mirage. Trying to be real to people and in the act being a facade to myself.

Silence brews in me, reflects my life and eclipses my existence.

And here comes the best way of enjoying and being a beneficiary of the state of SILENCE. “Consciousness, Subconsciousness, Mindfulness”

The Five sences fail. The sixth sense shall dominate.

Silence turns a virtue. Mindfulness becomes the way.