Shades of Silence

silence means consent,

but it also reminds of deceit,

it is the language of submission,

of prayers, of spirituality,
and of being one with god,

was it also not the language of crooked,

the inept, the corrupt and the crafty?

if silence heals wounds that words can't

it also inflicts irreparable blows,

if silence is the language
that draws together lovebirds,

silence is also the last straw
between soulmates

if silence of winter nights is the stage,

decked with memories galore,

that play, and replay fond stories,

from both distant past, and near, 

and make warm tears roll,

the silence of still dark nights 

is also the altar,

where the angst, the nightmares, 

and the unkindest cut on the soul,

come alive from the rubble,

play, rewind and replay a hundred times,

but my soul is too dead to cry today 

​silence is powerful,

and yet the weapon of cowards,

in silence, the wise wear their prudence,

yet it's shades of silence,

that are the fools' best friends,

silence signals resignation, withdrawal,

and end of life,

yet, silence is also a lie,

when the least you could,
was to say an "aye"

unshaken and unconditional silence

could beat the scariest tsunamis,

and force the storms,
your fears and tears, to trace back,

but, in this race
where
one's virtue is the other's vice,
can silence, 

ever be the answer 

to a zillion unsolved puzzles?

© sashikant mohanty