When the way stretched from morning still evenings, tired of my struggle to catch those dicey moments escaping from my fingertips, in the twilight evening of serenity when I smiled, there was silence – melancholic silence!
Holding the arms of the beloved listening to the songs of earthly love when slept, when the withering May-flowers woke me up from deepest slumber, amidst the wandering clouds when I searched, there was silence- mesmerising silence!
In front of the oil lamps when my chanting dissolved unto the shining idols; when the fragrance of instant sticks spread within the dull light within the four walls; within the breathlessness-there was silence- divine silence!
The crowd has dispersed and the sounds of cheers has flown with the distant winds; when I am here looking at the way you disappeared onto the path stretching through the emerald fields, there is silence- silence melancholic!
Within these wet eyes there are colours of majestic skies reflecting and I perceive silence of unknown echoing deep within the caves of longing! O beloved, shall I call you by name silence that I would cherish a lifetime?
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