Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

Of Course it was beauty costumed in one piece Of course it was his hot smrike dressed in rolled sleeves As the flickering lights met the eyes All it waited for was tapping legs And moving waist against the beats Some mesmerised by glowing smiles Some just unable to hold their legs Of course the liquid was on table But today open hair stretched smiles But today the top Un-button shirts Were enough against the kingfishers Today was the chance to get clicked against her Today was the chance to stand against his smiles All the busy hands and mind Soaring high in the air to catch the happiness in room Today for the first time heart beat for the dancing colours and non-skin skin Today it wasn't noise it was silence living it's happy moments

Don't know if the view was blur, Or was water in the eye. Don't know if the camera has its MP less, Or did I Failed to focus. Don't know if I was holding onto the shadows, Or the future was trying to bring in the soul. Don't know if love evolves us, Or does it dissolves us. Don't know if penning is better, Or is saying it out loud. Don't know if being the known is better, Or being ours is. Don't know if sitting against the wall is better, Or besides grand Pa-Ma. Don't know if mending is better, Or if living the lessons is. Don't know if swearing helps, Or it hints the lie. Don't know if words aren't enough, Or my wisdom.

I feel like deleting all of you. But If I delete you , Then all my wondering clouds would be gone. If I delete you , Then only the strange world would ping me up. Then land would seem barren , With short views and stretched miles. If I delete you , Then the shallow water would be sea deep. Then the said deep eyes would be mere dilating pupils. If I delete you , Then the smile won't be mysterious. Then the tapping fingers won't be syncing your lips. If I delete you , Then the last page would be still useful. Then mom won't be suspicious of the ringing phone. If I delete you , Then the humans won't be interested in me. Then the humans would have few extra hours for family. If I delete you , Then a motivation to lost birds would be lost. Then play would loose it's script. If I delete you , Taste of jealousy won't be of my gender.

It's different It's different with the ink that dries but still has life It's different It's different with dew of rain and with dew in the eye Not every dew of rain is rejoicing Not every tear drop is mourning It's different It's different when silence is yelling hard on the ear lobe and the noise is heard to reach It's different It's different when lonely in crew and well settled against one beating heart It's different It's different when rising after a fall at 3 then rising with a cold heart at 23 It's different It's different when complaining at 3 then at 23 When 3 its demand of innocence When at 23 its craving and want It's different It's different with the light slipping through the window and with the one disturbing the darkness It's different It's different to hold onto human beings then cared by syncing hearts It's different It's different to read the ink then to hear .

It wasn't a silent room. Of course there was no gossiping. Of course there was no humming, But it wasn't a silent room. There wasn't any choas , There wasn't any music even; But it wasn't a silent room. The humans inside the space were moving. The curtains againts the window were dancing; But thats not was disturbing the silence, And of course it wasn't a silent room. The wandering mind, The dreaming eye, The lost heart, Inside the four walls were chaotic but, weren't the culprit. It were the thoughts that came Breaking the silence inside the souls; Behind the closed door. And hence it wasn't a silent room.