The sound of your silence

When the night burgeons,

When fierce thunder roars in resonance,

Afraid, you huddle up in the corner,

Parrying those evil guffaws – those only you can hear.

When the drops of rain fall down

On the vast fertile ground,

It reminds you of that night,

In lieu of earth’s demure sight.

When the breezes blow,

Delinquent but very slow,

You grasp the scarf the tightest,

Chastising those marks on your chest.

Little do I know you!

I know a lot,

I know your nightmare,

I know your past,

I know about that night –

That you desperately want to forget…

Let the time have our ‘adieu’,

I can… and I will wait.

Your agony is yours only,

No one can steal.

But I can help you…

Help you to let it heal.

I can swap those faces of evil

With my little smile,

Can show you how sweet this world is…

Just embrace me as will you this salubrious breeze.