Silence

 

Silence:

 

So profound in meaning, pregnant with prospects,

Swathed in unfathomable mystique, what is it you religiously conceal,

With a scornful derision, sardonic stillness?

With intangible nuances, what is it you won’t reveal?

 

So sinuously you smile, in your inflaming flatulent style:

An astute muteness and an enamouring calm,

You feel so close, yet so distant

I am powerless in your enthralling charm.

 

What do you hide? The future or the past?

A clandestine passion?a harsh truth? Eternal peace?

Current of black waters? The lambent tongues of a lucid flame?

Do you carry dying reminiscences, remembrances, waning memories?

 

What is it ? unconditional love, the language of the soul?

A virgin innocence?  An endearing blush? A formidable fear?

Distillates of wisdom? Truisms of life? Answers for posterity?

Surreptitious scandals? A prophecy? Or a frozen tear?

 

Do you contain the secret of exorcising the evil? The doorway to divinity?

An unspoken promise? An unsaid prayer? Hopes and dreams coagulated in time?

Untainted purity? Or plain treachery? Perhaps a bemoaned shame?

Sanguine ambitions? Liberated creativity ? Chronicles so sublime?

 

Voiceless sufferance? Pain? Or a buried guilt?

Infinite power? Limitless happiness, or the key to that?

Absolute authority? A ritual? Or fantasies of a forbidden love?

Utter understanding? An expression? Or the inanity of minds tightly shut?

 

What DO you mask, so unwilling to part, stories of heroes untold?

Silence, you vile temptress, break your charm and disclose what you hold.