Our silences…

I never gave our silences the right to define the bond we share. Did you?

How could I lend my feeling some words,

and limit you in the sparks of my looks?

So, unaware of what you expect from me,

I give the way to our silences.

Reluctant survivors, our silences.


But nowhere within any regret survives,

The less we say, the more we talk.

After all, who said, our silences exist?

Our eyes deny to admit their presence.

All tired, they bowed before their existence.


6 thoughts on “Our silences…

  1. If you are comfortable with silence, you would be with words too.
    Thoughtful Apeksha. 🙂
    Though now-a-days I feel I am comfortable just with silence. Don’t need any words at all. 😀


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