The ebbing echo is now silent
Entangled in the contracting waves
Gagged with the slicing strings
That afloat a myriad dreams
In the eye of my sky that hangs within
The call to the other side of tunnel
Dies in the rumble of busy life
There is no echo to respond
Even if a negation is the answer
The throngs continue to emit a silent din
In the bustle from one spot to nowhere
Only to reach the wonted origin at night
After being flogged throughout the day
The deafness amidst the commotion
Where all crowd resembles only me
Like the thirsty fish drowning in water
Choked by the slithering noose of mind
Not a whimper in the overflowing silence
Amidst the decanted caracas of a whisper
I stumble upon the grave of my inner sound
The other part of life is left far behind
It peeps into the yard and bids a bye
The mono life mistakenly deboards at the terminus
Without a counter to return to the past.
Enroute Lucknow to dehradun
2333
22.1.26
16.34 hrs
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