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Silence of My Infatuated Love

That awkward rendezvous whispering signs of fairy tales when he stole my gaze as if time got stuck at one place silent chord of strings started playing a tender note that echoes within this confined heart Possessed in love, now my wish to seek solitude departs And hereby silence of my infatuated love shouts My silence, it's not just an empty bowl compelling to get full It's not a vulnerable me inside a void shell devoid of courage to stand up It's just a scared little new born with fear of falling in oblivion of a sheer pandemonium My silence does speak, It screams, It speaks volumes..louder louder to let that man hear voices that go unheard It intends to perceive my uselessness Thus letting ink to scribble on page that "Here I am , On this southern pole admiring that bright northern star beyond my reach..and yeah too far" Following him in cloak of shadows in serene darkness Diving deep into those evergreen rhythmic chorus His blissful voice taught me this art of listening..silently my cheerfulness succumbed to slumber with greed of being more sublime My resistance to read him everyday is futile Even if he breaks this heart into pieces I won't shriek nor cry, but silently with those trickling teardrops of silence, collect those broken pearls once fallen for him I won't urge him to be that selenophile but just hope him to recognize this useless moon in day breaking noon An illusion indeed Though aware of truth ,of being just a passerby And I being the only one with hoarder of memories This heart throbs with pain, inflicting all wounds I still wish to remain silent to speak volumes more than my words because this silence is not my strength nor my weakness It's a poetry... of my fairy tale, It's my cure...

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