When Silence Utters

I see them talking without uttering sound.

I see them reading the pupils with ease.

I see the fire in their hearts.

I see them dreaming in my dreams.

I see their definition of beauty and love.

I see them fighting in silence.

I see him calling her his.

I see him telling how his day had been.

I see him yelling his sorrows to her.

I see her imagining him as a groom.

I see her falling deeper day by day.

I see her holding her breadth on his touch.

I see them cuddling with confidence.

I see them making purest form of love,

In front of those who don't understand the language of dumb, blind, and the deaf.