Saptarshi Dutt

Silence

Ghastly, deafening silence seeps through the seams 
Harboring a lifetime of melancholy blue dejection, reeking of ripe regret 
It has a hue, it has an aroma 
Joylessly flaunting a dismal existence 
Knife slices through the denseness that is reality 
Let it bleed, ruby red, close the wound, continue to seep, silence.