We were talking but there
was absolute silence.
Instead of words,
just baubles were
bursting out of our mouth.
I guess
we were susurrating
inside an aquarium.
_In transparency
our whispers break the sound barriers
and travels like light. _
In silence worlds appear,
instead of being uttered,
loudness is the depth
of meaning sculpt in the body of silence,
meaningless are meaningful,
and meanings
are incarceration when adduced,
in silence words are the currant of translucency,
and all the rhythms are superimposed,
like the intervals in omnipresence,
and only silence is vociferous,
In vacancy of quiescence
colours are only spectrums,
rainbows of joy!
or sounds are frozen,
like streams in a still water
with no visual or audible limens,
nesting in transparency
upon the absoluteness
of maiden canvases
begging to remain stainless,
yet longing the lure of shades,
swamped by the seduction of colours,
maidens
stained,
defiled by inconspicuous inks
beneath the skirt of their lusts,
unspoken, yet so loud,
virgin but lascivious,
bursting
like the luscious fruits.
Bubbles swapping sounds with signs!
In the water
sounds are insignificant,
they only display signs.
like clocks
that only represent cycles.
Every shell is subject to break
but pearls are the permanent memory
of their existence,
their pains
from the throbbing nags,
the constant irritation,
of unfair!
