Persistence of Silence

Already late,

I jumped out of the bus,

Before it stopped,

And hurried to my class, half-a-league away.


As I kicked the door,

The statues enjoying the pin drop silence,

Starred at me, as If I had haunted them.

“Anything wrong?” I put a question,

And checked myself – top to bottom.

My dress was neat and fine,

The pant’s zipper was closed,

Shoes were shining too.

“Everything is fine, so who gives a damn.”

I answered myself,

And head towards my bench,

With the silence roaming around me.


I waved to my neighbors,

And again they were in silence,

“What’s going on?” I asked and nodded my head,

The response was only a silence.

Hell No! Was I disturbing their peace?


“Avenge O’ Lord!!!!

Your fellow disciples,

Have imprisoned their soul, freedom, and liberty,

For the sake of vain futuristic promises,

Sowed by the orthodoxies- centuries ago.

The class is meant for the humans,

How can it be so silenced???

A torture!!!!”


Once used to be the days,

We humans would bunk the class in a group,

Banging, pushing and pulling,

But now the time has changed.

And my only mate remained was absent today.

Since I had already ruined many-a-seconds,

There was no point in wasting more time.

I bunked the class alone,


Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.