My silence is my own.
To tell you things I don't speak
For, the speech may not reach you in a gift wrap
There is people staring at these my vocals
The sounds so touch-me-notesque may lose their wit while in transit
Silence is my means to convey sacred glory gems
Isn't it a sin to sing and sully thoughtful lyrics
What I say, secret it is not. Not a gossip fodder also
Such is my silence. Reaching you pure; Untouched pristine holy
This is for you. Only you can hear or let's say feel
This silence is not alone. It has my eyes, your eyes
Nor is it shallow to be overcome by any stray wave.
The depth of cosmos, the breath of time. All held in its grip
This is not a coward fearing every spoken word
Words don't last. The courage of silence does
Shall we think eternity or the momentary kick
Do you want to receive me sans a gift pack
And invite friends to partake in the voice shrill shy
I should keep quiet or you will hear things never meant for you.
My silence is my own. Your own
