Wall of Silence

Walls of time frozen into a black chiaroscuro

Sounds listening in deeper voice from a yonder horizon

All the morrows drowned into cyclopic sorrows

Faces smaller than the squarespace orbs

All disguises torn apart rather in simultaneous orgies

Who can fathom the depth of silence?

They are come from the land of all seasons

As simple as the withering leaves follow the course of light

As if no death can extinguish the ray promises of crying souls

But where are the colours to paint the timelessness?

Where is that architect to build the buoy of life?

It is survival for existence all the way

It is the rule of the game

Who can swear all for nothing?

They are come from the land of smaller Gods

A child in lap never tranquilises the trauma of worse days

All in a moment's lapse it is wall of silence

Standing erect all above the sky.