Penned In Red Ink

8th April '06

A walk in peace..
A walk in silence..
A finger entwined with another..
..Connection made...
Conversations flow through silence...
And a verdict without a word..
No judge, no jury...
....the rules are unknown.

A world without argument..
A world without words...
A world where the languages are not told...
A world which became an ancient dream.

Lead me to those gates...
Lead me to those corridors, gardens and the lakes...
A world where these dreams come true..
A corner which is mine...
Lead me to the silence..
Whose music I enjoy..

My tiny hand...holds your finger..
....lead me blindfolded...
Who needs eyes to see the dreams??

Summoned To Hell

8th April '06

Shrieks, noises, loud dialogues...
...plague the air like a dreaded disease.

My whisper..
......................UNHEARD.
My normal, decibel-level-syllable..
.......................................................UNHEARD, too.
My raised tone, a li'l more than a monotone..
.............................................................still UNHEARD.
My shrieks, screams, yells...all muffed..
............................................and UNHEARD.
My lungs are out...
...but still I'm UNHEARD.

SILENCE...
...a strange silence...
Can't hear my own whisper..
........not even the aloud thoughts..

It's Hell..
....It's the Summon to Hell...
...........the land of the Inhumane Humans...
..................................................................all deaf.