What is silencing me

                           What  is  silencing  me

                  I   beached into  the   oceanic  sandy  rims,

                  Roars  sketching    the High and Mighty,

                  Origin of  Creation’s  rollingly  vociferous

                  Yet pushing  us  into   Thundering  Silence.

                  Silence  within, amidst  agitation  and  cogitation.    

                  Sun  and   Moon  and   sky  and   Stars,

                  Ageless  aeons of space   and serenity.

                  Those  roars  are not  roars, but

                  Therapy of miracles  silencing 

                 Your  ache  and   pained  sores

                 Wound cuts of  hearts, day in and

                 day out, witness  silently into

                 atrocities .  As rolling  goes on

               allowing  things  go by. All

               movable  merging into immovable

               one  for  all . Somewhere  far off,

              a  cat comfortably  moves,

               as  if Trinity is by its side.

               Silencing  takes possession

               Of   being within.