Are you somewhere from where you cannot return ...are you somewhere from where you don’t hear. Are you so oblivious of the truth that you exist? If not then, where are you? Today, once again I question my elusive subjection to your existence. ...I yell loudly: “No you are here...you just cannot vanish.”Who are you? I think, I saw you a moment ago but I am not sure. Why I am not so sure? Why is that, I am not able to get it? Why, I am brandishing, my yell to scare you? Am I pretending? Now listen to me, answer me please. Why is that, I feel, you are here? I saw you, that was you and I am very sure. You cannot defy and deny me. My eyes cannot deceive me; I know for sure that it can never.
I am tired but the shore has not acquired the notoriety yet, to make me retreat in haste; instead to my comfort, abiding shore gives me a warm hug .I am cultivating a relation and in the comforting sedation, I hear her voice...whisperingly she asks “are you awake.”I nod my head in affirmation..."Am I dreaming"...I ask. "No you are not" she answers...I again ask "why, you were not answering me earlier" she remains silent...And for long we did not say anything...breaking the silence she says “In the given silence, you came, and you have not uttered any word, but I heard you. You know, you just silently carved the beautiful lines, to mend my torn edges. You don’t know what you have done, I know, that you in your silence unknowingly composed a symphony which helped me in finding the lost words of life from my ravaged soul. You silently yell and in my brimming silence I heard. We need to know this that we can hear you.” As she finished saying this, I felt the absolute silence. With the silence of our existence we breathed life.
“Come on man leave the shore now...it’s time for high tides.”The man come and shake me off from the sleep...sleep of my silence...I rub my eyes and gets up; looks around...”Where is she?” I ask myself and thought of yelling but refuse to. I walk away silently with her in my thoughts.