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.