Whispers of Silence

Silence might be the voice of its own,

Even the quiet could be echoing, this too could happen.

My past, separated from me, who knows in what state it is,

It, like me, might also be alone, this too could happen.

How long, wandering through the deserts, searching for love,

The whole world might just be a desert, this too could happen.

The people of the storm are thinking, the shore might be sinking,

Perhaps even their own hearts are drowning, this too could happen.

With eyes lost in haze, they walk in the shadows of dark locks,

For those intoxicated, it might seem like a pleasant breeze, this too could happen.

My friends, what’s the harm in the slayer’s grace,

Perhaps what appears to be blood is merely the color of henna; this, too, is possible.

In this whole gathering, why the indifference towards him?

There might be a special way of loyalty, this too could happen.