When
I am Silent
I
hear a noise
Taking
shape
From
an eerie void
Buzzing
with Static
And
a lot of information waste
A New Age
Hurtling
towards me
Moving
closer
Becoming
A
Rebellion
Wrapped
in a Stone
Colored
by Media,
Mired in Politics
Thrown
by a purposeless mind
Hits
me,
With
a Purpose it seems!
Breaking
my trance
I
see shards…of PEACE
Littered
everywhere
Holding
the Sun
In
Pieces,
Reflecting
it back
To
the world at large,
Yelling
Crying
to uphold PEACE
At
all costs,
The
boy who could be fighting
A
futile war with just few stones
Need
to be armed
With
DREAMS!
{C}@2015
Nirav Vaidya
