The Noise Within

By Asya Girdhar

Silence, not merely a word, 

but a feeling that everyone longs for. 

But if kept here for long enough, 

you'll enter a black hole.

No noise from outside, 

which supposedly helps to keep us calm, 

isn't fulfilling its purpose, is it? 

Because when I sit in silence, my mind is as bustling as a metropolitan city, 

saying, "I wish I could have a smaller nose," "I wish I hadn't uttered those words and I wish I'd been intelligent enough."

The sound of Silence unleashes Satan, which is none other than my mind, that demon which consumes my energy and peace in life. 

I don't know which escape path I can choose because every path leads to another, and in the end, there are no words left to utter.

Those delightful memories are like tiny insects in this world full of mammoth creatures, 

and I can't recall such trivial details and features. 

The sound of silence may bring peace, but it might unleash devils, 

devils I cannot escape, devils which make me dread my life, 

and I long for an ominous silence, not outdoors but in my mind.

By Asya Girdhar