At a point of time 

No thoughts jog in my mind

theres pin drop silence as of now 

SteadFastness and quietness 

Relaxing all that's within 

Gazing without purpose 

Speech restrained 

No ink to run the race 

Neither paper to suck the taste 

Nor sorrows, nor relief 

A pause dense and brief 

The only movement I can feel 

The beating heart and throbbing nerves 

Hunger satiated of all that's greased 

Numb to feel nothing, an open vaccum 

Hollow inside the intense speech 

Of nothing, no dialogues to deliver 

No words to form out loud