Silence speak
Silence speak


Seeing
the clouds in the rainy season,
The droplets dripping from them,
sitting silently in a corner,
the strange feeling
between the tweet of birds and the silent silence
that cannot be tied in words,
just sneak off in front of untold eyes,
and feet are buried near us,
Sometimes
the mind is cumbersome and sometimes
it just keeps staring at the small river made of droplets
which is constantly flowing
towards its destination and
I am staying
at the same place
where the game of mind started.