Silence shines uphill of time
In the arms of tears; deepens dive
Bewildered it feels the tears
In the guest house of darkness
Arches its unsaid mind
A gentle knock carves a pour
A stranger visits the chamber closed
Something moves within profound
Freezing the felt sadness of the roar
The dried whispers of the life
Withers like the autumn leaves
Who know it is time to leave
The knack of the knock
Moves the tears to life
Springs up the shine
When the unexpected visitor
Hugs the silence of the closest door
The dark light becomes a streak of shine
When enters the stranger
with a smile so deep
Shimmers the lit; visitor is now seen
Amazed, what seemed strange..
Is a visitor no different to the being!
It has lived within
Walking a thousand miles
Holding hands
Like a lover looking in the eyes
It cares and comforts,
Opens the dark chamber now
Brightens its closed roads; now ahead
Shines with the rainbow,
Smiles the tears
It turns back saying, now you can move
When wanders mind ,
It takes a step
Thy calls the visitor,
‘Hope’ , living dead in your house!