As silent as death

The ambience is dying a slow death

             But the grieves are hard to hear

All the mortals are speaking

             But to me, nothing is clear

The life is running at a frenzy pace

             But sometimes it seems crawling instead

Sometimes the joy fills the aura

             Then it is as silent as death.

Is the silence leading to the death?

             Or death that is leading to silence

I’m trapped in this vicious circle

             Unable to keep my patience

This silence haunts me in broad daylight

             Follows even in my dream

The death seems to be so near

             Yet I’m unable to scream

Waiting for the party to come

             A ray of hope still exists

The times don’t seem to be rosy

             But dreams are such, they still persist

Sometimes the head is held high

             Sometimes the shoulders dropping instead

The mornings are so chirping

             And then again it is as silent as death.