Sea Of Silence

In the sea of silence,
Is a debris of the truth
That wounds the core,
And reigns the heart.

A fight in silence,
Comfort not lasting,
Of a memory alone,
With an intense feeling.

A cry from the mind,
Of a surviving soul,
In moments of silence,
With life stiffening.

Silence echoes back,
In a desert of life,
Of a muted muse,
When life treads silently.

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Laya Sarath

sereeeeeeeeeeeneeeeee..lovely geeemmmeeee…..

Arun M Sivakrishna


Keith Wilson

Remarkable in such clarity and strength. Your feelings and spirituality are so very strong… from the first to last line… outstanding!

Viswas Menon

Very Interesting work…well done…keep it up

ammu sachariah



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