Listen!!!
There is a rainbow silence in the hallof weary souls wanting to be left to their lots-
The cunning silence of the experienced waiting to explode into flattery,
The hopeless silence of watered fire smoking in the depth of some artery,
The miserable silence of hungry bones yet to forget the rumbling in their guts,
The placid silence in terror of dictates that refuse to be rubbed,
The blind silence ready to nod at every word,
The servile silence of the hyenas waiting for their turn,
And then finally-
The silence of an echo hushed by the breath of the dead
"Tell me your problems", they say
Their mighty butts rooted in revolving chairs
Their ears plugged with the music of helpless power that hardly cares.
"Tell me your problems" they insist.
And the vibgyor curves into a smile gone wrong.