Silence

When silence listens to me in a serene moment,  I imagine strolling on a village-path Meandering to the unknown,  The verdant  grass I tread on, is velvety soft,  I remember my mother’s soothing touch,  The vermilion sky leans and whispers to me.  In that sublime unperturbed occasion,  I speak to my own heart throbbing and pining for the friend  Who deserted me many years ago!  Sometimes silence speaks to me  Among a roomful of unfamiliar visitors.  Like a wafting cloud I slowly disappear from their company,  No one notices the void my absence creates,  I feel myself in meditation with eyes closed On top of a mountain where an emerald waterfall Descends on the coral rocks with  a roaring sound,  The halcyon water mirrors the crimson sky!  I sense the unruffled silence listening  to my soul.