SILENCE

Silence is beautiful; silence is dangerous… silence is what one craves for; silence is what one runs away from. Silence soothes one’s soul; silence induces turbulence in one’s soul.
Silence placates one busy mind; silence scares one busy mind.
Silence makes you sane; silence makes you insane.

What is silence? Absence of sound? Or just absence? Is silence brought on by solitude? Or is it brought on in the midst of a crowd? Is silence just an absence of sound? Or is it the absence of thoughts, of emotions, of life?

What is silence? A boon or bane? A person who can hear... craves for silence; a person who is deaf… does he crave for sound? Or is he satisfied with the silence?

What is silence? A state of mind? Do we hear silence? Or is it the lack of hearing?

Silence drives one mad… makes him an outcast… throws him out of the society’s cage. Silence drives one mad… includes him in the society of elite… traps him in a cage… cage of his mind, his thoughts? Or maybe in the abscess, where thoughts are supposed to be.

Silence for one is reassuring; silence for one is unnerving.
The silence after a fight calms one down; the silence aggravates one more.


What is silence? What does it mean? When do we realize absolute silence?
When there is absence of sounds? Or when there is absence of thoughts? Or both?

Silence brings the warning of an upcoming storm; silence brings in the confirmation of the waning of that very storm.

What does silence mean? Does it try to say something? How can it say something? If it does… then is silence silent anymore?