You are the sound of silence which is but isn't,

the moment of happiness that doesn't last forever but is fulfilling.

All the love that God has said is forbidden,

I see you suddenly become no sin.

The memories of you I want to keep in a jar full of fireflies,

even when the flies leave the jar

you and I become the moving sky stars, twinkling.

Deep enough to exits with no dirty tales,

they were utterances yet I could confess.

-Riya Shah


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