Plea

There is calm, there is quiet,
The whistling of the wind,
The rustling of the leaves,
The sounds ever so magnified.

Many a man yearns for such peace,
Longs for an abode beside the glade,
Away from the maddening din,
To repose in the lap of eternal bliss.

But why is this not for me?
This silence is deafening,
A condition undesired for.
This uneasy calm, must it be?

Is it a warning of an impending storm?
Or a mind teeming with brooding thoughts?
The silence is so unfathomable:--
Will the reason be revealed?--in what form?

The wise say-"Golden is silence"-
I,a lesser mortal,cannot comprehend,
For it overburdens my mind,
Takes it beyond the limit of tolerance.

Speak up,dont fail your clamorous words,
When silence reigns,feelings hurt,
Unspoken words bleed,in caged silence
Free them,let me soar heaven wards.
                                                           Chandni.