Silence

Skies above and earth grounded

How shall I twist to believe unquestioned words of a man
Thinking shall fast work to devise a pen
Pen of another colour that shall educate the man

How art flows in the picture
Making search the receiving eyes
Seeing and believing thus seedlings of light preaching to rupture
As two eyes can't cure the magic of the cloaked and the sizeable kites

Working and I desire to breathe a while
Flimsy times too shatter at a price
Thoughts that glisten the self, seemingly bind
Slowly working, seeing the pain hiding from sight.

Believers who stalk the inner self
Wishing to trace the reasons shown to him
Lying in the deep, caved waters
Speak when he does and worthier he becomes.

Understanding others

Flying when the other doesn't seem strange
Gone down like a dropped ball 
All so strange is all you hear
Choking and breathing is how you go

Like a blueberry wanting to be untouched
Just like a firefly glowing in the dark spheres
All just broken because we hate the syllabul
And then it mends with the same illuding manner

So strange that you can't see the blindfolds
That cross the safe surrounding
All is gone but the healing fault
Never give up what’s undone

Burning agony often meets
Then goes away like a change in season
Happiness does reside
When you and I go in the same chosen way

By Paarth Kadian