I talk from the corner

It was then that I realized we were talking. The silence started talking thus.

We both like the shades of this dark silence now. She likes calling it stalemate.

Looking at the walls and shadows we slept. But we are tied. Tied hard to this silence.

It kills and loves. I find rain drops and soap bubbles there. I hear the bubbles giggling.

"When the gap is filled by silence, you say no gap?"

This time I didn't smile. I am in love for the first time in my life. May be its with silence, but I want to learn it.

Let me!