No one is attracted to the silence
Honouring it cannot be expected here
Grace exists only in the words?
Primordial feelings breathe no more
There is a danger of time slipping away
Into a timeless reality
Counting time is a futile effort
Eyes bound by the obedient reality
Believing any untruths being mirrored
Suffocated by the mighty crowd
Trying to decipher the reflections
A world dizzy with violent afterthoughts
Time is inconsequential
Even the wrinkled reality struggles
Silence dies every day
Only a few are around to mourn
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Nice to be reading your poetry after long Amitav… the title drew me to it. This is something I feel so often, as the cacophonic din reverberates all around us. I long for the true moments of reflection in solitude.
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Thank you so much, Radhika! We have to reclaim that space; it is where Humanity has to nurture the future.
How have you been? Great, reading your comment after a long time. Always a pleasure!
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I agree Amitav. Hope that mankind takes time from his trivial pursuits to understand this.
I am doing good. Hope you are well too!
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I am doing fine, Radhika! Thanks again for taking time to read my work and comment.
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Wonderful post and marvellously penned.
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Thank you so much.
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I am attracted to it. Loved that ending.
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Thank you so much.
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