Words hither, words thither,
All around strewn is sound.
They speak and speaking are we...
But what I can't figure out is,
Who's listening?

Yesterday we had a fight.
And for hours everything went quiet.
A solemn thought lingered my mind,
Maybe now we'd figure out,
All that we messed up this time.
But the next day we stood at the start,
This time again, our hands holding our hearts.
To be broken & again to be joined,
Because this time too,
we failed to find,
We talk and talk,
but who's listening?

A chaos sickening it was,
People all around, things and lights too.
Treats & glitz of this world where I grew...
Grew up to believe I'm surrounded,
But now I stand alone & a little wounded,
I had been talking all this time,
But who was listening?

We scrounge for a hand constantly,
to hold and feel the warmth of.
And yet when turns up a transient figure,
All we manage to do is scoff;
Scoff and say-"Oh god! Couldn't I get better?"
But we do realize in our lone times,
That any life would be good together.
And yet when together, all we do is speak,
Without pondering 'Who's listening?'

No deep voice there is as that of peaceful silence.
Let's listen it together for once.
Come join hands & live the moment,
And cherish the peace we've hitherto spurned.
It is in listening sometimes,
That lies the real conversation.
It's in understanding what's to be necessarily heard,
That we obtain the answer to the question,
"Who's Listening?"