Silence

My silence wants to talk to you.

If you can find the time, ramble with my silence. 

Leaving reticence behind, it wants to ooze its feelings.

It wants to reveal how much it loves your lock of hair,

That with a gush of Zephyr unlock to cover the manifest beauty of your face.

Whenever the tender lips of yours pronounce,

Someone tries to listen in every possible way is my silence.

Yes, it wants to open up, it wants to unfold everything,

Determined to disclose about my insomniac nights

That I spend with the thought of yours.

You are my requirement, you are the completeness to my incomplete life.

Yes, O' my paragon, find time to ramble with my silence,

Confabulate with its unique vernacular,

Give me the lap of love to adorn life with the colour of your lips

And make myself the real colossus.