Reverse

Ambience - The calm before the storm (Of kids coming home after school)
Mood - Unexplicable - a little grey, a little white, a little whimper being suppressed!
Looping - Ronan Keating ,saying nothing at all :)
(pardon the poor resolution, revel in the emotion)


I heard once,
That there lived  a wise soul
Who said
Nothing!

Now, what's a naive soul to do?
When there's words tumbling inside its gut
Foaming out of fervent need
To be said, to be heard!
Words morphing out of earnest emotions
Words that scream of sincere spirit
The ones that knit comforting throws
To kindle the coping mechanisms
Of putting up with life's chills!

What's a callow soul to do?
When these strings of symbols
Give form to the depths of sentiments.
When these heaps of banter
Dub as a soothing balm
On the bruised heart!

What's an ingenuous soul to do?
When these very words
Penetrate the  hallows of indifference
Resonating an echo that fills
The valleys of apathy
With melodies of empathy?

What's a mortal soul to do?
Except let those words loose
Beyond the dams of right and wrong
Just flowing, quenching the parched plains
Of an impaired inside?
Until, the silence jumps the fences of coldness
Spreading like solace
It is in these words
This existence is doused
Smearing them everywhere it treads!
Spreading perhaps, a comfort
The sterile silence fails at.