You, Silence and I

You.

You love me with your lips stitched shut.

You love the way I listen to you

whenever you teach me silence,

when you put your sweet sighs

across my mouth

and cradle my body into a dark corner

where I can breathe you in from afar.

That love which speaks through your eyes

tilted an inch away from mine.

While the rest of the world

can easily put those words into words,

you stay calm and modest

amidst your unspoken flames of emotions,

those which smoke away from a smile

or from a glance which carouses

in that place within me

where the other lovers can never visit.

I.

I love you with my ears only for the unheard.

I love that kind of love you rarely confess

through the smallest actions

done by your greatest strength

and even those cruel ones

within your depths I may never know.

Well, if in case, you would let me,

let me bury it down as a tiny seed

which will rise from the dirt

as a lovely white rose.

For even if you don't speak,

I will always hear you

through the hushes of the wind

that blow and warm the fringes of my hair.

I will listen to you the way the other lovers

will never do.

But if this love must vanish in total darkness

and be drowned in all the noisy revolts

which sins had cast,

or this envious world would turn tables

and all our memories had to lie,

remember

that as long as there is You and I,

you will be the Earth beneath my feet

who holds all dear in my life

and I will be living and feeding from you

as our silence

grows and grows

into forever.

We who never speak but listen.