Echoes of silence: A poem by Anindita Mazumdar

 
In this vastness of solitude…..sharing the life with certain connotations…..
crooning at the highest octave of crescendo…
traveling on the boulevard of broken dreams…
playing the symphony of the age old rhythm…
projecting across the silence of cadences arranged to intervene the loneliness with a whisper… 
always answering back.
Nothing more beautiful than the echoes of absolute silence…
the stagnant hymn of incessant downpour against a cloudy August night…
for the echoes seem uncanny and the silence seems to dislike being interrupted…
other than the sound of the drizzle and the gusto of the wind…
When the whole world seems quiet…
only the silence can be heard along with the distance traversed within our dreams connecting YOU and ME…