A silent sense confounds
a dormant yearning,
which muffled its cries for so long...
Amidst all the passing ridicule,
amidst all those passing jests,
and all that remained after all that
has touched upon, and now gone,
is still one that has been silently lined...
ignominy and heresy,
all that is left...
sense amidst mute vision
gain amidst horrendous misgivings,
smile amidst all the liquid fate...
Rueful,restful and inert,
with broken limbs,
writhing in agony and shame...
passion unfolding its venom,
injecting insensitive wrath into the veins of compassion...
motives of unknown minds,
mutual need,survival and thereupon greed...
silent stutter of formless words,
those anguished letters half-uttered,
half spat in distaste...
And now,filth running rivulets down
this pane of broken shards...
And conformed despondence and dejection
faced inspite of unsettling norms...
amidst the convoluted names,
humoungous failures unnamed...
Unheard thereof those false claims,
and our sagacious minds,
slumber in disdain...
that is what remains,
inspite of uproar,
and all allegations which claim,
irony and respite,
rueful wrinkling of the stench ridden shame,
and all that passes between this
and the next walls,
is passivity,which shall forever remain...
Yes,all that shall forever remain,
all is plain silence...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju