March 20, 2017
By , calicut,kerala, India

the guts to spill my mouth

i heard your laugh

that whisper

even the winking of your

withering eyes were a sign

   a sign of unspoken words

   those melted with smell

   of your sweat

starry night with the banging wind

when i hold your hand

when i stared at those eyes

we were communicating

     you spoke a different language

     but it gained pace with the language of


     i know this feeling before

i understand nature

i understand you

neverthless we speak

the same language

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