~ Silence ~
Four square and we the people, Room so packed, and still it prevails, Sitting next to me is a man, Sitting next to me is a woman. Colors of the band define the years, Faces to faces, we see, still it prevails, A crowd is present, to say, Strangers we were, and are, long we stay. A glimpse of fairy somewhere in the middle, Too far from reach, so it still prevails, So much so that, I can hear the breath, Along the length, along the breadth. I want to break it, I want to speak, Get close to the people I met, But, somewhere within I sense, I have started loving this silence. - Ju Ne - 20130206