Rhythm of Silence

Honeyed silence drips languidly

An idle look at the world still asleep

Unaware of the emotions

Soul rises to the pristine silence

An intricate language it is

Takes eternity to speak fluently

Flows like a drunk on sweetness

Honour to the supine soul

Winter becomes delicate

The warmth of a soul’s feelings

World drowns in that silence

Exaltation of soul stirrings

~Amitav

Thanks to Bojana’s beautiful composition