Stay Quiet

There are moments that I just want to be around silence
Around soundless noises and muted screams
Around loud muffle and perhaps quietened wail
For my mind is crowded, in fact exhausted
And my soul is somehow dreary,
Detached from the euphoria that was once so melodious, poetic and rhythmical
That was yearned and required
Now it's a pastime
A selective circumvention
And I am a patient of selective mutism
For I will speak only when spoken to
I will wave only when I want to
And I will knock on your door only when I feel like it
Because the world is too noisy for me
The world alone
That includes you - the stranger, you - the friend and you - my thoughts

-PRK-

In The Nightfall

Here in the nightfall I often wonder
If someday the moon is gone forever
No stars, no fireflies nor a proper measure of pleasure
Neither I, nor you would know the meaning of leisure
For here even the nightfall is as loud as the waves
Clapping, applauding from inside the grave
For even silence is deafening for the nave
The longer I tried to stay to my gaze
For here in the nightfall it's never idle
And my soul is baffled in the intertidal
The leash that binds me is always guileful
But for tomorrow in life, I'll shall fight this tidal

-PRK-