Thoughts

Times there are, when you cry, when you laugh.
And then times like these,
When neither you try.
For there's none to laugh along,
Nothing to weep about.
Only a looming boredom
That elicits a pensive me.
So, here i am - speechless yet alive,
With thoughts rushing through my head,
Not knowing which to track.
To trace the crowd that gulps me,
Or the bubble of quiet that frees me?
The choice makes me glum.
Makes me shut myself from the noise.
I retreat into the bubble,
And amble in the consuming silence.

Sense

I wake up to the silence,
To see, to smell, to hear;To sense.
The dry of the leaves rustle,
The calls of the birds ring.
A beam of sun pierces the thickness
To light a new born leaf.
The river waits, bare and naked,
To be dressed by the flowing waters.
The dragonflies buzz past me,
Humming the secrets of their days.
Greens bloom on the barren rocks,
The earth feeds the starved.
Life is what i sense, despite the lonesome quiet.