when tears were no more eloquent
the silences filled my room
and i sat quietly
you did not
ask me
i did not have to tell
why should words have to fill in
for the feelings that are better left
on the edge of a window sail
to dry up, or evaporate or
just burn up when sun is hot
and is not in rush
to set
colourless rainbow…
tearless eye..
wordless speeches…
passing by..
soundless ego…
cloudless sky..
tacit breaches…
would you cry?
the colour is never in the rainbow
tears just reflect in the eyes
who stops, and who passes by
did i say, my ‘i’ will stay
who has seen the heart of the sky
tacit was the truth,
why did it then feel shy
would u still like to know
if i will cry
Yes I will