Shroud of Silence

Words seem to be buried under layers..

If I remove one layer
Another one appears in front of me
Wish I could count these layers...

Long time back, one layer was slipped away
It was vibrant,pristine,so nimble like a portray
I used to paint as I wished, used to play as I liked...
And one day it was just slipped away with time..
It left its memories in my hand, those fading colors are still here,
And at times, the nagging voice of that layer tells me to paint once again !

There was another layer, the "Happy" layer..
I never thought it would ever say anything,
Actually it never did, It was always in silence
But silence is also a scream, right?
And this piercing scream scared me so much..
I let it pass by...

And there comes another one,
It did not have any structure, any color, creed or religion..
It was the "Freedom" layer..
I still remember the fresh memories of you freedom
The last time you flew so high and took me with you
Those memories are still fresh..
You were slipped away too..

And it keeps going on this way
The process of removing layers, one by one..
This removal keeps deepening the truth
The truth of life..

Now all the layers are gone,
There is only the wait for void
But before that, one last layer has to be removed,
Removing this layer will be terribly painstaking..

My heart will start beating fast..
I will start panting...might find it difficult to breathe,
People around me will be scared
But nothing in this world will be able to stop me from closing my eyes, to bid the "FINAL GOODBYE"...


Silence will be standstill...


And may be that day or the next, that silence will also be buried...
The only remaining of silence will be confined under soil, covered with a white shroud
Words will sink with me in void..
My soul will reach its solace...