Silent It Is And It Shall Be Indeed...

Is it the conundrum of love that it is sometimes so sweet to be true but so true to be sweeter than any pastry in the world,

silent love dignifies once love for another in a way only the one in love can understand and its silent so there is no letting other people know

how could he just keep calm and love her like no one could like no one would understand her not giving a damn when she was around but missing her the moment she left

how could he feel her presence even though she was not with her keeping her in that neat little locker of his heart making her peeking into his heart and closing the window whenever she liked

to my surprise she was happy with that happy with the fact that she is their but not really their with him just pleasing him with her unforgettable visits those he would care so less about that she gave up on a point but its love,

It's never hidden nor forgotten maybe not for her but to him it became an imagination a nation where he could see her with him all the time betting his life on her beating is bad habits for her, but those just became the fragments of his life that would remain only in his imagination

And one day it just got poured out the day he sat with his friend and confessed her love for her yeah he was in love and maybe she was too her silence made it unclear and he being a introvert made it hard to understand his love for him

But the sooner he realise that love is not to be stopped it cannot be held in a box and carried away your whole life, it cannot be an enigma throughout his life because someday some wandering day in the morning he would have to see her once and both of them would not be able to speak anything since their love was silent and so were their world.