Vocal Silence

In the past year so much changed, So much so that words have failed, Relegated into hollow silence, Of unrealized sentiments Sentiments had they been translated, They would have spoken of increasing unfamiliarity. We might have shared our past At one time, In one place, But no longer do we choose to share our lives We choose not to lay ourselves open, Raw, Raw to scrutiny Because may be we fear we have changed And change had never been so ominous, So uninvited, Than it is today. Maybe, maybe because we ourselves do not like the change we cultivated, Acquired, Ingrained And we fear had this change be realized Rectified, We all will break, Scatter So it’s easier to slowly drift away, Afloat on the arms of time, To peacefully let these relations recede back into the expanse of cherished memories Without the tumult that comes with recognized differences Preserving the illusion of a strong bond That never faltered Until life came in Knocking persistently with

Written almost two and a half years ago (in 2014) What is Change? Nothing Strange, Change- When from earth a shoot breaks free. Change: When it grows into a tree. Change: When then the ground it again meets. But its change minor that matters most. A seed sprouts when negligent in the soil, A forest brought about by saplings many, A flower so delicate when ripens into a fruit,   It’s all a change minor, but it matters the most. A child born is hope An evil boy, spanking can do nothing about- But ever even a little act of kindness, Can light a candle in his soul: Warming him. And from evil changing his course. Big is the change that is seen, Whether it be from barren to green Or from being evil to becoming a human being, Small is the difference by which it is brought- It is in fact change small that can really change all. Image source: http://starstray.deviantart.com/art/seasonal-change-185408732