I have been observing silence for quite sometime and tried to write something about it but unable to dig its mysteries as it seems to be buried in a fathomless pit. I have studied it in different ways like the sudden appearance of a teacher in a classroom to see how it shows up itself. I saw it thick at times and soft at other times depending on the age of the students and to some extent, the character of the teacher. I have observed it in speeches and tried to learn when it takes full control of the audience and found out that it very much depends on the impact a speaker has upon his followers or listeners. In reading a story or a poem, silence do come mostly when the touch is deep or a reader´s mind gets satiated with the marvels of beautiful words striking his soul and mind with chords of wisdom, romance etc. I have studied it in personal feelings and found it most dangerous when its presence is caused by repressions or fear of being punished or inflicted pain by political or cultural authority who might get offended if one breaks the silence or if he or she stops it at the gates of his or her conscience, denying it entering into the alleys of the heart.

Silence has many shapes of its own
At times it just installs itself
Descending like a fog in the woods
rolling like a thin wave on a lake
Spreading its wings across and wide
Licking away every speck of noise
Till it fills the vacuum it has created