Last time...

I.

The tender dew drops

Falling onto the ground

Is all I can hear

Shadow of the night grows

The silence between the drops gets too long to bear

What then was a moment

Now seems like a year…


II.

Last time we met was for the last time we met???

Silence & I

Silence is pure beauty

Beauty without imperfection

A space between sounds

A deadness between noise

Quiet, you can hear it, yet you can't hear anything at all

So you could say silence is nothing

A nothing like me

Nothing is there and so nothing there is to judge

I wish I was silence, so no one would judge me……Sunny Sethi

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