Longings

Sometimes I longed for real silence.

The kind you can't find but stumble upon in a deep night on a lonely street. 

Somewhere on a lake with a moon.

Where I can hear the sound of nightingale singing the song, only the heart could feel.

Where the thoughts come alive to dance in the symphonies of my mind. 

Where I can stare the lake for finding its deepest side. 

Forming the ripples to break its silence so we can chatter in this long night. Where I could paint the perfect cold night only in a flash of light. 

So if u are too tired to speak ,

Of the depth of love carrying the pain, that the memories was holding on come sit beside me, bcoz I too am fluent with these eyes.