The silence says love is missing

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ding and not a ping.
The silence whispering love is missing.
The survival numbers falling up to 24.
We search every door and floor, and then some more.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ding and not a ping.
To every news item we cling.
The silence sings love is missing.
The survival numbers falling up to 48.
After searching everywhere, no news fails to sate.
The hour is late.
No one is coming to our gate.
What could be our missing love’s fate?

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ding and not a ping.
The silence speaks out loud, love is missing!!
The survival numbers falling up to 72.
I look at my shoes, I see a tear or two.
Tell me, how do you silence the silence?



Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring and not a ping.
Now the silence is screaming!!!
Love is missing!!!
The survival numbers falling up to 96.
Who is holding our Missing Love against her will?
Why is love’s phone still?
Nothing, I feel nothing but a chill.
Could be poor, my missing finding skills!!
Finally, I let go of my will, that heavy ego pill!
Thereby I powered off the mental drill.
I anchored in the restful still.

Still the silence screaming from behind its silent fence!
Who will silence the violence of the silence?
I say, Missing Love is in God’s hands.
He will free love from remand.
I am only a man in this land and sleep is making its demand.

I do not know where Missing Love is!
Such a beautiful Miss.
In the dimensional mist I sense some bliss.
Then I feel missing love’s kiss.
I know all the glory and thanks are His.
For He is love and saving love is this.