silence

i like silence.it talks to me. silence has a language that every one can listen to but very few dare to.most of us are scared to listen to silence,to hear only ourselves breathing because this voice is naked,its true,it tells us not what we wish but what is. loud music,cacophony of voices...what are these but feeble attempts by us to stifle this silence. but its strange silence is not an adversary. it is something that will never desert us.

silence has a rhythm, a beat ,a symphony of its own. most of us hear silence very few listen to it. i think we are scared.at least i was for quite sometime. that's when i realised the most difficult task for me was to stay put in my room by myself. face book,phone,TV,music,forced outings were my escape routes.that's when i discovered something that i had lived by as a kid but my growing years had made me forget.there is a difference in being alone and lonely. we are lonely not when we are by ourselves but actually when we forsake ourselves. when our own thoughts overwhelm us to the extent that we have to run outside for company. that's where penning down my thoughts helps me. i breath.i perceive. i live...with myself.alone but not lonely.