No matter how many words are conversed
No matter how many languages are spoken in
Some how, at the end of the day,
After exhausting ourselves minute after minute
In our speech....
A few words which belongs to you,
Always stay back inside my throat...
Though our days keeps colliding with one another
You always look at me the same way;
I always talk to you the same way
But still something gets transmitted in this immense silence...
I know your efforts to hide that moment
Do you know my efforts to confide all about that moment
Our seconds are getting acquainted with our minutes hide and seek
But I do understand now
All your silences are woven with your unheard dialogues.....