There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen. – Rumi
When my tongue is silent,
my thoughts speaks.
I don’t know why now,
or how and when –
this channel of communication –
opens.
The urge to compose;
To pen prose –
Is the force,
that moves me.
Listening,
I can hear silence speak –
Answering,
all that vexes me.
So I let it in,
And fulfill it’s every request.
Swirling, twirling –
With ink, I bring to life….
The story that needs telling,
But before,
couldn’t find the light.
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