The black the white the gray of life

The black the white the gray of life

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Listening to Silence

On a bed of brown,
Enveloped by the graceful greens,
Truth that lies,
Like a mother’s warm lap.
Sleep sets in.

Muttering like a lullaby,
The beautiful mid-noon breeze,
Cooling my forehead,
Thoughts of tomorrow are lost finding me.
Worries of yesterday don’t haunt me.
Searching despair, hope suddenly greets.
Content I donate breath,
To liven a dead belief.

I’m forgetting foes,
I’m forgiving my dreams,
I’m competing against time,
I’m winning.

It is so utterly beautiful,
A rendezvous with my spirit.

What does it mean to die and decay,
If not this?
Listening to silence,
Finally peace.


  1. In the journey of life its better to go peacefully than to rush toward everything
    nice poem
    super like

  2. @ Chirag

    Thanks for appreciating. :)