Middle of the night I woke up,
Woke up to see what I had,
Found nothing except for silence,
Hands empty, mind full of abuzz.
Still awaited in the dark night,
To see what I lost,
Heard a voice saying
“You were all alone in your journey, journey that led you nowhere”.
Back to senses, felt the silence.
The silence that still persisted,
Searching for my answers,
Answers to question, I rose to myself.
Away from my bed, I stood up.
Something somewhere I missed,
Missed the days, the days of happiness,
And the days of togetherness.
I fought everyday, for every single moment,
Still was left with silence,
Silence existed beneath the days,
The days of being myself,
With questions haunting me,
Sat on my bed with silence,
Found the path still very alone,
Still very silent, with lot more to come,
Lot more to survive.
With silence, went on bed,
With a wish, a desire – I slept,
A desire “to speak”, speak out the truth,
The truth I never dared to speak,
Keeping the silence beneath me,
Finally, I spoke, I spoke to myself.
