When sometimes my words lack sense,

When sometimes my haste bewilders me out,

When sometimes this anger rage,

literally Breaks,

 my dignity STOUT,

Then what the emotions ,

want to say.

Then what this haste,

Which Never sways,

The lacking usually prevails,

In b/w my lovers debate.

Being patronized towards the silence,

Is what I do the most.

Maybe this silent rhyme,

Usually climb,

In narrow ways of,

My deathly hallows.

This silence never breaks apart,

This silence usually sparks,

This silence which hides the screams,

This silence is the symbol,

Of my dormant dreams..........



(feb13 2012)