Sheer silence, No, it does not scare me anymore. Actually I am used to it.

Sometimes you want it…sometimes you get it when you don’t want it

Sometimes you crave for it

Other times, you are brave enough to let it be

Even the silence has some sound…a strange, queer noise in utter silence

But when I am with you even the silence speaks sweet words

We look at each other…Or in the other directions

We know that we are there for each other, no matter what!

That day…you were gazing at the other direction

And I was waiting for you to turn, so that I can read your eyes

So that I can see the loneliness there…

So that I can see the desire to not let go of the moment

But Strange! They are not there…You have moved on, I guess…