Serendipitous Musings

Silence

It’s silent here
And it’s cold.
I, I feel old
And numb under the blanket of memories.
That are cherishing and yet teary.
It is silent here.
Yet it is so loud
The thoughts’ cloud,
Rains. It pours without pitter patter.
I ask the existence to say something.
In vain it was.
Silence said it all.

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