No more words

It was real,
When there was no way.
And no words.

Our eyes used to meet.
And speak.
A secret language
Of silence.

Then, words came on.
I began to speak.
I began to write.
Before, it was so intense.
That, words couldn’t be enough.
It confused me,
For the one, who always needed words.
To make sense where I stood.

Yes, I told you.
I wrote to you.
But it was lost somewhere,
In between telling and writing.
Then, our silent communication stopped.

Words became weapons,
They drew us apart.

Now, we are far.
But this odd sense of closeness.
Has sprung up.
And whenever I smile.
I feel,
Its you.
Within my happiness.
And whenever I cry
I feel,
Its you.
Within my sorrow.

Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now, there will be .
No more words.
Just a silent language.
Of hearts.

It was there,
Since the beginning.
It will be there, always.
As there is no ending of this.
Each moment,
Will be a new beginning.