Notorious Noises

The sounds inside my head

That roars like an old wagon

Creaking and groaning

Shuttled to and fro my both ears,

My hands acted reflex

Shutting it tight closed

But then it again laughed

Like a mischievous witch,

It penetrate thorough

The tiny holes and gaps

Through which the water

In my palms always leaked,

I longed for the silence

For the peace of the peacefulness

For I want to run away

To that far that the voices

Would finally find me lost forever…