A Love Letter of Noise to Silence

"I would write a love letter to silence, to praise adore her of her virtues. I will mix my poetry and charm to woo her. She is the most noble woman I know of. Where all else is caught up in the confusing tidbits, she still remains. If only she knew how much I love her and care."

                                 -Lorot Son of the Hills^TM (Eon to eon)


"There is so much noise in this world. The greatest challenge is not to add to it but on how much we are able to reduce it. You can switch off the radio. This is not a heroic act. The most heroic act worth a little praise is to find silence within you, to hear your heart beat, to hear your ideas vibrate in your mind, to watch a thought and never lose it."


                                -Lorot Son of the Hills^TM (Eon to eon)

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They said that the loud din that is my trademark

Booming from loud speakers

Of burst voice boxes of street hecklers

Raging in the clanging market wares

Of hawkers shouting “ua mende ua panya”

This they said was noise

So they cupped their ears to let me pass

But the headphones of a youth

Sang to him, yet they called this noise

In the prayer hall

With priests and brothers and sisters

Clutching at the rosary

They recite Hail Mary

A metre away is a soft piano sound

Floating across the room

And settling on opened hymnal books and misale

Inside the mosque

The iman of the muslims

Resides in their lips

As they bow to Allah

Long after the muezzin

Has called them to prayer

So, silence, calling to mind

All my boisterous ways

The many times I have been unnecessarily loud

Caught up in empty prattles

Escaped in a furious decibel of expletives

Or banged tables without a cause

These are the times I needed you most

For, you, you silence, scare me most

In your cold aura of tranquillity you

Remain the most powerful

Forget the brawls and the hard-talk

I once ranted to a monk for one hour

All that time he looked at me

Never said a word, never lifted a finger

I froze one hour later and made as if to go

Upon which the monk told me:

“My son, some times you can speak

Other times you can keep silent

It is wisdom to know when to

Speak and to keep silent”

Silence, I am tired of my loudness

Sweep my soul with your virtues

Even if I have to kneel before you in the streets

Trust me, silence, I could do this

I am ready to make peace with my past

When I have been wrong yet talked most

When I shouted in the forest and sanctuaries

When I engaged in Latinisms and legal talks

As if by being plain I would have been any lesser

All these I will find within myself to forget

So, I implore you, my queen silence

To accept me as I am

I am a changed man

Look, I now wear a flowing rob

I don’t carry those small ringing gadgets that stir the soul

I want to learn your ways

To see a thought, sit it, watch it carefully

And never let another thought overbear on another

I want you, silence, to come into my life

I am a changed man, silence, teach me your wisdom

Perhaps this world needs you more than me

Perhaps you have right all this time.