The Silent VOICE......

At times the vibrations of brain doesn't hear sounds that the heart speaks loudly. Things flow in a direction that is not influenced by anything, rather I try to find the nascent uncontrolled flow’s existence. Randomly loitering around with the aimless waves, submitting the wishes to the destiny of the tempest and watching the unseen horizon I embark an illusion’s journey.

 A journey less, but traveled...

 Where words are not required...

 Where faces don’t have importance...

 Where morbid piece of mine is lost and not tangible...

 Where abilities are yet to be defined...

Where emotions are yet to be galvanized and they are fighting to get SHAPE....

Where open eyes can’t decide what it see....

I don’t want to capture the moment as I myself being captured by it. The journey starts, And I become a part of it. I dare to ask myself whether its conscious? Who is going to answer me..? I silently move my steps to find myself at the beginning. I keep on moving and keep on watching the blankness around me. My eyelids become tired to blink, may be they forget to shut. But my heart keeps on to shrink and expand. The clouds which are uncertain, pour some water and go back.  I hear the silent voices raising their tone. I hear them tell the truth. I hear them sing and I hear them to be with me. It enunciates many bundled thoughts with a pristine clarity yet beyond my understanding. It shows path through the horizons where visual capability fails.

And suddenly the quest seemed to finish. But yet unanswered – What the quest was about? The utopia formed with the bubbles stopped fascinating. A zephyr hit my face, but I don’t want to get into the pragmatist world.

I don’t want to be in the cradle of uncertainty.

I don’t want to get LOST .

I don’t want to live just to breath.

I don’t want to fight to prove.

I just want to flow with this unknown but quantum of SOLACE. I just want the zephyr to stay. I just want to be HERE...... 


H M Badruzzaman