A meditative poem about embracing solitude not as absence, but as presence. It celebrates the inner peace that grows in silence— the art, wisdom, and joy found when one learns to simply be with oneself.
A gentle reminder that completeness begins within.

# The Art of Silence #

In quiet hours, I sit with me,
No rush, no race—just soul set free.
The world outside may twist and turn,
But here within, I slowly learn.

No need for noise to feel alive,
In stillness, I begin to thrive.
I greet the dawn with thoughtful grace,
A gentle smile upon my face.

My hands paint stories, bold and bright,
My words take flight in a silent night.
The mirror shows no age or line,
But strength and joy, both deeply mine.

I walk with me through every weather,
Past and present, hand in hand together.
I’m not alone—I am complete,
With every heartbeat, calm and sweet.

The stars above, my quiet friends,
Remind me life in stillness mends.
Each breath a song, serene, sincere,
Each moment precious, pure, and clear.

So let the restless cities roar,
I seek no more, I crave no more.
For peace resides where I belong—
Within myself, both soft and strong.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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