Silence.

It's just a word, a feeling, a knowing, a situation and at times a choice.

But what does it do anyway?

How does it kill us or mend us?

Sure it's something we hear in a bus full of strangers,

In an exam hall it's what we keep,

In our sleep it's what we do.

But what is it when you are with your loved ones?

Is it just a feeling or a state of being?

How can we define it when we have so much terms related to it,

Yet all those make no sense in pure reality.

Why does it cling onto us when it's our chance to rise up.

It lives on the tip of tongue, on the very edge of our lungs.

Sure we can all overcome it but what after?

How can we describe something which actually means to keep shush?

Is it all just a written down theory held close to the logic that surrounds us,

Or is it just some kind of a fantasy we still haven't let go of?

If he knew what was his heart's desire maybe his smile would change,

If she could understand her crazy schemes,she might dream different.

But this is how it all goes down,

The free ones will be caged, clipped wings and chapped lips,

Red eyes and tear stained cheeks,

With a lot of stories hidden behind these walls.

Darling, we know we have hearts, 

So why do we act like we are run by thesis.

Because what you know is what you believe,

So why drown it with the silence.

Don't you know you are strong enough to break it?

It may be a feeling or anything else,

But it can never be you.

So how come all these years you hid you're beauty my dear?
When all you were born to do was shine.
This silence is something you can embrace and change.
It's our teenage and our olden days.
Its all our past intertwined to meet some others.
But don't let it shadow your future.

When all you need is a rude awakening to know all this or a part of this,
This silence won't be there to help you sleep anymore.
You're chaos will be your choice now, a sea to be sailed.
And you can break some bones, make some noice,
Just tell me your stories loud now.