Peace comes with a cost

Peace alienates you from the rest.
When you are at your balmy best.
Beyond the reach of measured acoustics;
Beyond the hold of harrowing sound.
I feel some scream of uneasiness ;
In the burial beneath my wounded chest.
At some deep level of my psyche;
Somewhere  between life and death.
I breathe my share of pricking silence.
With an art of stoic, full in jest.
Furrowed furies on my forehead:
Are deadlier than the depths of the Pacific
My stooping shoulders of sorrow:
Do carry a load , heavier than the Everest.
                          #     Rajesh Pandey