I sowed the seed of silence
but in it, blossomed the tune
of our rainbow memories.
I tried turning it into
a bonsai, but the failed
artist I am – gratitude.
And how can anyone
mute the silence.
So I often walk in solitary.
Farther the distance
I walk, the more dulcet
becomes the cadence.
The intoxication of the tune
has turned me into a drunkard
of a different travera.
I've forgotten my abode
So much I've walked.
Now I don't want to
know where I lived.
They say I am walking
in the lane of chimera;
I tell'em if you have ever
loved someone, then sow the
Seed of Silence.

- अपूर्व – Apurva