When was i silent last?

It wasn’t last night when I was asleep. I had dreamt then. Met my school teacher in dreams and did some easy chit chat with her. I told her how my college days had been, how disenchanting my days at a Media house had been where I interned for a couple of months, the paranoid Chief Editor there, memories of dad, and my present workplace: where i’m learning to gear up for doing something concrete in life.

So, it was no where in my nap. The SILENCE.

The day, rather all days, depart prattling, pondering, conversing, bantering, sneering and doing what not. All but remaining silent, from with-in and with-out.

Wondering when (if ever) has commotion stopped? The answer is perhaps ‘never’.

When I speak on the surface,
you absorb its meaning profound.
you carefully delve and think
when I mock around…

And when indeed I go deep,
you couldn’t care less and sleep
having expressed what my heart beseeched,
I have often mistakenly felt pleased
in thinking that you desirably approved,
my outpourings, which though were crude.

You smirk and gaze with your eyes in daze,
Then finally I discern that you have no concern.
With what I might go through and to say it true,
your ears got choked and your heart has doped.

For how many ages must I wait?
to trap you soundly with my bait!