Broken Silence

I stood by the staircase,

at the end of the floor,

Facing the fast winds,

gazing blankly at the sky,

the grey froth it was,

open in parts,

lit by mild sunlight,

made it gold up above,

my silence made me numb,

made listen the noises around,

my ears were filled with those sounds,

of prayers,to Ram and Allah,

of vehicles that cluttered the road,

of crying babies,shouting men,

of flying birds,struggling against the hard wind,

of marriage band, of passing training plane,

suddenly each of these sounds were so vivid,

my whole mind was filled with them and i felt timid,

I stood patiently throughout the beauty of the scene,

because this small void in the daily schedule,

i could fill myself with the freshness,

and could feel the beauty even out of this urban jungle