SILENT NOISES

There have been times, a lot of times to be exact, when we fail to listen to the most noisy voices surrounding us, indefinitely. If it exists, it exists as a pure background chorus, packed with a lot of others, compactly toning down the noise of our head, the focus being on, the most usual, yet the only voice our attention feels a belonging to, a voice to which our own may be serving only the background, which most probably can be why as to which we choose that voice as the only sun to our revolving thoughts, emotions and foredoings.

That one voice, to which we want ours to belong, if it, fatedly, associates its to ours, the stars align or something like that(:p), then the background noises, which until then, glorified our main subject, fade away. At that point, If they even exist, they exist as a mere contrast to which we place ourselves above and equal to the voice that belongs to us.

If all of this is just because of this wee wish of belonging to someone, then our self centered heart forgets, that all those background noises, have always belonged to us all this time. But in the plight to be versed along the one, we unsee the clear visible. we unhear the clear audible. 

Maybe if we listen to even one of them solo, in a chorus of a million, we may gradually shift our focal wavelengths to a fair amount. But then again, that voice may not be the one or what we think is the one, may still be a lot similar to the ones serving our background. Its all perception and desires, transient and lethally unfair to begin with, that is why we shield it, the heart wants what it wants.