The Loneliness

Often do I get lost in the silence, When breathes drift soft and thoughts die. I am not I — but a stranger I see, That stillness makes me me. A whisper of self, a shadow set to free, Found in the hush of who I always be. All that echo , laughters and tears In between I find everything naked ,i've never seen. No names ,No mirrors just hopes in the skies When all the questions fade and soul replies.. Time loses meaning, the ages dissolve, All the riddles of being now begin to resolve. The blood ,the bones, the breathes drawn deep, Now awakens the soul that had long been asleep. ~bhakta