Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Beyond

There is this
thick blanket of silence in here.
Mute. Hushed.

But if you hear it out,
with all your heart,
there is loud clamour too.
Noise.
Buzz. And babble. And clatter.
Beyond the said.

There is lot
that these eyes want to say.
Only if you care to look.
Deep within.
Beyond the visible.

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