Calm, yet agitated Like the rigorous waters beneath the serene stream Flowing with great vigor,

yet submersed Emotions unwarranted, deserving but omitted They say Silence is gold, Then why struggle to express? Than snuggle to impress? If Speech is silver, the silver moon seems more ravishingly attractive The immense commotion within, mutually False pride versus intense inclination, Self-respect versus selflessness, The blazing desire versus unwilling self-immolation. Even if I choose to or choose not to, I believe in the dis-belief we created We, as in, all of us. You, me, they. The trusted. Entrusting, you must know, is a thrust from within. I choose to stay silent, at the expense of my ego, your hatred, our distance. Distanced by beliefs, separated by thoughts Yet united by fond memories and precious moments. P.s to all the dear friends distanced.