Silently...

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.