Days went by
silence was all we heard.
no one ever said much,
I did not either.
I don't remember hearing
voices of people I lived with.
sometimes I talked to me
to remind myself of the sound of me.
It was like a norm
that was dictated,
silently.
We seemed to follow it
unquestioning and awkwardly,
day after day for every unchanging year
that passed by us,
silently.
Sometimes the cutlery, clinkered,
apart from the click of the clock's hands.
I heard the cars that drove by at distance
the fast ones from the slow.
I even heard on occasions
strangers whispering by the corner of the lane.
or may be I imagined that in my happy dream
when we wanted someone to speak
we switched on the tv.
I wondered if we were growing
oblivious to the obvious silence,
silently.
I wasn't ,
I ran away,
far from home,
silently.
