Someday....

Some day I will see you and not your image
Someday I will see your face not your mask
Someday I will see the truth not it's wrappings
Someday I will see the picture and not the pieces.

Someday I will feel the hope and not its hallucination
Someday I will feel your aura not just your presence
Someday I will feel your love not its imitation
Someday I will feel happiness not its illusion.

Someday I will hear your silence not your noise
Someday I will hear your thoughts not the altered words
Someday I will hear your voice not just sound
Someday I will hear your song not the humming.

One day I will see the path and not the mirage.

Silence

Silence.....

Hundreds of  meanings when the words are spoken in silence
So loud and your ears can't bear
For some this Silence is a gift-
to escape from the rumblings of the world
For many this Silence is a curse-
that takes away their happiness
For a lot Silence is forced-
 for their voice is heard by none
For few Silence is a fate -
for they have already lost their voice.
For very few Silence is a trance-
that they willingly take to observe the world

-vivedha