Silence and other intervals..!

I don't have words

they are stolen ..

i can feel them

but i can't tell them

they don't come/

 

some day they will

come

they will miss me

and they will come back to me

 

They know what i feel

but they hide it from others

when they don't want to be shared

or because .

they don't like to be in open

 

 they want to be stored in the book

....

 

 (while chatting with kruti, you made the poem)