i dreamt of of silence in all the din and clamour
a place where the echoes of the heart are displayed
a frame from which my stories are said and told
a dream within the dreamless state
silently dreaming i wonder does this mean its real
like a thought its here and then its gone
moving like a cloudless sky just blue and nothing more
an emptyness full of depth colour and shade
as i cross this soundless scaphe a new dwam begins
a forming of another reverie a different state to be
given the choice i would have sat and stayed
but conditions prevail i have to change to be
in the dream of silence the seed of all things lie
even the dream of silence is just that
a passing by of thought time tide and life
washed away by perpetual waves of being and not
Beautiful, Kumar! And maybe the silence is dreaming you ?..
when silence dreams it dreams of me
of child and boy and then of man
it wonders what it can do and what it cant
to fly to swim to look and learn
or to watch and stare and behold its life
when it dreams of love ness the this and that
and measures time by light itself
illuminating every course and every way
becoming the path on which i tread
only footsteps seen on shifting sands
the dreams of silence rendered forever anew
it desires a form and in me it lives again
saving self from one life to the next
the only context needed is creation itself
it needs a mirror to see the reflection true
it dreams of travel in an ornamented templed vessel
with perfumed incense in praise of the one
prayers and songs are to placate its moods and valence
in preparation for the constant need to become
the charioteer holding all the power within the grasp
its dreams are boundless but only has my eyes to see
the manifestations it wants to touch live and feel
unified inside my realm because without it would not be
does it dream to be by itself an entity a unit of one
or does it dream to be dreamt of by you and by me .
Outside are many,
Inside is One
Alive with silence
Second to none.
kumar ul islam, I am enjoying all of your poetry. You seem to be in a place of deep inspiration. You evoke such beautiful images which speak to the inner stillness growing in me. When I look back on your poetry from when I joined this forum in June of 2019 it didn’t resonate at all. Now I feel like I am sipping a fine wine aged for years. Thank you for sharing. 
the me that dreams of silence and the silence that dreams of me are deeply humbled assalaam alaykum.