I am lying down unmoving
Eyes wide open, seldom-blinking
The night is dark and lonely
Reminiscing, I travel into quondam
As if a time portal has opened up
I enter a trance and there it comes –
The most silent hour of my night.

Yes it is my night, as it deludes me away from sleep
I lay in its arms : captive
Profound thoughts come and pass.
Each stealing a share of my sleep.
I blame them guilty, why wouldn’t I?

The silence starts ascending
The sound of no sound gets high:
A deafening sensation
Not to be heard but felt
A silent shrieking.

The most silent hour of my night is the slowest too
It crawls out the ardour, the energy inside
I could feel the decomposition within
But as it passes out and as I hit bottom
The background blurs and your face appears
It is the closest I have seen you
The lucid most that my mind could draw you
The tightening of the chin as your lips move
The contour that forms around your mouth as you smile
The fervour in the eyes and the tan under them
And the perpetual ingenuity in their reflection
Replenishes back every ounce that has drained
The most silent hour of my night was tough
But I owe it for the journey it took me on
For the end was so ravishing.