Intimate

The world adores to buzz

Every second stuffed with a noise

and awkwardly malfunctioning conversation.

A kind of frivolous jazz

Consuming, draining and unpoise

The religion of an overcompensating nation.

Everything is marred by meaning

Explained, chewed and rationalised

till the point when cleverness turns to blether.

Silence is invaluable. The mind greening

When there’s no need to compromise

quietude between the two who are alone together.

 

p.s. many sweet thanks to Lone whose comment inspired this piece.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s