A language, ecstatic
Blissful, charming,
Quenching, drenching
talks, without words
Splashing, showering
…
Thirsty heart, empty head
Just one desire being led
brown or black
Your eyes are a deep sack
Let me read your dreams
you see that I can’t see
What you see through’em
only could promise,
I be a part of’em
…
blinked your eye lids
like flakier snow
had slowly fallen
and collapsed with snow..
and the wind had tried
blow it up again in the sky
..it touched the sky or not
it touched me a lot
…
gracious, merciful
your eyes speak marvel
..
a language,
I read, no one else can
the way you speak,
I tried replying..
you didn’t understand
I believed instincts
it never helped.
….
It suffocates,
you don’t understand
you don’t read, what you speak
you.. really?
this world, your creation
of our silent conversation
was the only thing I had
now..I don’t..
I read it again..
I try to read it again..
I tried..
no one at the doors.. knocking! panting!
silence.. sigh!
..
T’was a choice of silence
T’was realized
T’wasn’t apt
..
language of silence..
dies..
in silence..
