Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity speech is shallow as Time.
There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.
The silence of the falling vase
before it strikes the ﬂoor,
the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.
The stillness of the cup and the water in it,
the silence of the moon
and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.
The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,
and the silence when you rise and turn away.
And there is the silence of this morning
which I have broken with my pen,
a silence that had piled up all night
like snow falling in the darkness of the house—
the silence before I wrote a word
and the poorer silence now.
Does height, ever madeBirds scared? ?
Do fishes get scared of water, sometimes? ?
Do droplets not think about,
Getting vaporized in sun? ?
What does water do,
When it gets thirsty? ?
How does the shadow of light look like? ?
How does silence,
Sounds like? ?
Why does silence scream so loud?
Why do trees not run,
When there is a fire in the jungle? ?
When will the sun come,
To collect his debt? ?
Why does moon borrow light from,
The sun to light up, our nights? ?
How can rivers be so determined,
To fulfill their destiny? ?
Mountains, do they even know,
How many people, live off them? ?
When will wind be tired? ?
Why does light waste its time
By going to a blind man? ?
Does time, have a master plan,
Of unequal distribution? ?
Does education, have the knowledge that,
It’s being used only for money? ?
How sad do stars get,
When they don’t see us at night? ?
Is death laughing or feeling disrespected,
After finding out that people are more afraid of
“What others will say” than her? ?
Is law not getting depressed,
Serving the very same people,
It wants to punish? ?