Poetry, Quill

Something

There is something in this silence!
It has an aura of its own.
There is something in this silence!
It can make you laugh and make you sob,
It gets you when you’re alone.

There is something in this noise!
It has a rythm of its own.
There is something in this noise!
You can feel the partition,
It differentiates your soul from your bone.

Brevity, Quill

It

It occurs and it stays,
It is in the mind and not in the brain!
You can think about it only when your mind is free,
You cannot force the thought of it
You cannot ignore the presence of it

You know what,
Sometimes its all about that it !