Silence

Well I am a talkative person and it is difficult for me to be quiet or rather silent. But I've been reading a lot about people mentioning the solace and beauty of silence. Just an expression of that through the poem. :)

The moment of silence beats the chaos,

Splendid with the comfort it offers,

Acquainting you with yourself,

While the thought process buffers.

It has the irony to be loud,

Nothing is being expressed at all,

A glory in the moment it may feel,

While you answer your own call.

The reasons are profound,

No need to justify,

Only a few will acknowledge it,

And you sincerely don’t wish to defy.

It can be killing with consistence,

But it feels alright,

They may ignore you all the while,

Until they realize you’you've been quiet.

There will be questions posed,

Answers no one already know,

It is you, who need to figure it out,

That is why the Silence grows.