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…