Silent Love

By Bhuvanesh Arya

We two laying like that, Just being together, like the two birds, sitting on tree branch, after long travel, under the sky. With silence, looking not into each other eyes, upon the vast sky and Stars, Thinking and smiling, not holding hands just touching fingers. Whenever anyone wants to say something, other puts finger on that one's mouth and make him/her silent with all the silence around, restraining to make any sound as it may kill the vibes of love that silence is giving. The silence taking us to all those years of togetherness, of longing, of craving and of less time and more things, of the time we want to spend in peace, lying beside each other, doing nothing but just laying, thinking about each other, thinking about us, together about the same thing without saying anything and we are imagining those tough days, the fights, our long distance and smiling, realising now this is our moment of all those years. With peace, with no hurry, with togetherness, with love without really even touching, with knowing that gazing upon the same thing without saying anything is the real love and love doesn't need touch, speech or any words. The vibes can be felt. The air, this air which is touching his body is touching mine. The eyes of his is looking at the thing which I am also looking at. The sounds of silence his heart is feeling is same as mine. He is calm, so am I and the beats of his heart can be felt by me on this earth like whole earth is beating like him. Simply, he is laying and then his gaze, he looked upon a rock and my eyes looked in the direction of his eyes. He didn't say anything, he didn't even tell me to look at the stone or rock but I know what he is thinking. What he is looking at. What moment he is thinking. He is not thinking of rock, of colour, of anything but us, sitting on that rock, holding hand, looking at the horizon. He is imagining me, picturing us on that and I can feel him. His beats are getting faster with this, seeing us and mine too, knowing what he is thinking. None of us said even a word. There is complete silence. No birds chirping, No clouds roaring, No footsteps nearby, like earth has stop moving, celebrating our love with us and I can feel, there is nothing more important, valuable and lovable than this moment and moreover this silence. I never try to hold his hands. Our fingers just brushed sometimes. He looked into my eyes, whenever that touch happens and smiles and then look away like I too know that same currents he is feeling too. He is high as I am and he don't want to disturb this equilibrium of feelings, this pool of happiness and this silence which is calm, which is graining our love deeper.

I looked around, opposite to the direction he is looking at, the grass is not greener. The yellowish it had become as the sun has sucked all the water on the land and now there is nothing. I don't know whatever I look at now seems like us only. The sun and that grass too. I can feel that connection between them like us too. Whoa! this silence is so good. I can feel us everywhere. The sun is him and the grass is me. He first pour the water on me and make me grow. I was green, happy, attractive, smiling, making happy everyone around but the things start changing. He sucked me up, his heat, his body, he took all the things back to him and I am not afraid. I am not deprived of anything, I have him still, upon me with all those things and he is still looking at me, still gazing at me and I know this will pass like every time and I will be greener again by him. He will be always there with me and there is nothing more I want to be in. In the silence, the sun and the grass looking at each other and I feel like you and I are sitting together there. The yellow grass shows me the fights and we yelled at each other but there is always a greener which was earlier and which is awaited. The grass never leaves the sun, neither the sun. Both accept each other and stay always together. In the silence, without saying anything like us, Like now you and me.

I looked at you, beside me, who is looking just opposite, having some yellow grass in his hands and poured it on the ground

And I found, YES he is thinking the same.

And I feel, YES we are connected. He rubbed his feet and I looked down and gazing all over him. He is silently trying to say something to me. He smiled and I smiled, knowing what he said and agreed upon it. We hugged, Smiled, and had sleep in that silence.

By Bhuvanesh Arya