Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Aching Silence.

I exist,
in the midst
of your mind,
and there arises
the fumes,
of thousand thoughts,
spending long hours,
where there lays,
no escaping,
and no hiding,
I plan to hold back,
into the pages,
of marked silence,
somewhere in the path,
I might be-fit,
breaking and shattering
down the shackles,
driving away the fears,
visioning the solace,
and the realities,
follow like a shadow.
I am drenched,
in the tranquility,
my soul awaited peace,
from the aching silence.

- Nandini



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