There Is No Rousing ( In Memory Of Benuda )

There is no rousing , no awakening ,
 Only the sound of silence reigns.
The sun rays are parched
         on their way to conflagration.
The flowers frolicked all around
                     a little while ago .
Now , there is no rousing ,
                           no awakening .
Only the sound of silence reigns .

The call alert of the cell phone
                         continues to ring -
somewhere far away , my mind
            wanders on it's way .
Only the sound of living reigns .
No response , no resonance .

Yes . tell me ........
Some construction of dialogue
                 of this pattern as dreamed .
Alas , there is no din
                   except for the din of silence .
The sun rays end up getting torched
 Surrounded by the darkness
                        of the visage of flowers .
There is hardly any sound ,
The call alert of the cell phone
                                    rings in vain
In an atmosphere where
             there is no rousing ,
                                no awakening .
Only the sound of silence reigns .