Silence… it is not the relief every time, it can be the bleeding of soul, it can be crushing emotions inside,

It is not always the peace of outer ground, it can be the the unheard, destroyed broken sound,

It can be the pain unexpressed, it can be the anger suppressed, it can be the tears that you hide,

It can be your eternal belief that died in your eyes…

Who says that silent does not has sounds?, it is heard in the tormented souls, and within the fear of emotional hounds,

Silence posses the quality of darkness, the silent nights, the silent fright, silent words that hides,

It is the shield of your scars from world to hide…

She kept quiet, she kept calm, she stood unheard, she stood fetish untouched,

For them she was just quiet, she was weird, she was just an attention seeking fool,

But only she knew the cost of her silence… that was paid by her bleeding soul… – Madhu…