i'll write. not fight

for my own right.

i'll write . a quite.

to spread a light.

i'll write. i'll write

my hearts delight.

who knows , i might

just take my flight....

those eyes speaks the most,

 that can neither hear nor talk at all...

true isnt it...? the eyes of a person who is dumb and deaf....cut of from the very sound of existence....in his own world..... their eyes.... it sparkles, maybe its tears , maybe its something else, something we can never understand... but there is a beauty in them, something that speaks to you,..something very powerful..... nothing like you have ever seen before,something that keeps you captivated and for a second you realize.....

He looked outside...it was drizzling...

 ”like I care...”

 He put on his jacket and pulled up his hood. He didn’t want people to notice him. He hated it when they stared. “Bloody society”...he stepped out...

Then he saw her.There she stood in the drizzling drops.”Oh! So I’m not the only one mad in this mad world, huh! Nice...” he thought with a smile...”damn...what am I saying...listen to you, idiot...”

She was not the prettiest thing he had known, not even close. She didn’t even take his breath, the first time he saw her. But there was something about her. Something that you have no clue what, something that confuses one so much that you end up tagging it “hate”. It was something he was used to doing....so it was safe...Yes!! Exactly, that was what it was. He hated her. For everything. Who ever gave her the right to play with his mind? He was happy being like a wind.unnoticed, uncared.unattached.no one could ever catch him or cage him. He was everywhere but nowhere. But then she....she had noticed him. She cared for him. She understood him. She had ,at last, caught him. And he hated her for that. He had never given  anyone the right to. He was contented being bad.

And then she asks him, “Why don’t you let people see the good in you?” a simple question. But he hated her for that too. Who gave her the power to see behind his veil? ”because then they’ll always expect it” he would have replied, then. But no. He didn’t owe her any explanation. He doesn’t owe her anything at all. And he never will. He was angry. Furious.

They hadn’t even talked more than twice....she never attempted to reach out for him. She never called, mailed or talked deliberately. Many at times, she had just pass by him like he didn’t  even exist...she had never made any gesture ....but she liked him,No it was not like, or love. it was something more- he knew that.....and he?-that one question ,he never dared to ask himself.. ..she knew it, he knew it.. And he knew, she knew he knew it.... she was not hurt by the fact that he was trying to avoid her, because she was never trying not to... god!! He hated her....so much it made him sick...was it because of what she is doing, or what she isn’t...? He didn’t know...but he wanted to ...he had to stop this...

“Ha...” he thought with a sly smile on his face, “I HATE YOU”.

He walked towards her. Angry, hatred, furious...he walked, a heavier step each time, just to let her know he was coming....storming.....she saw him, she could feel his presence. She knew he was angry... she smiled inside...he came close...held her shoulders with his strong arms...he wanted to scare her...”WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”....then he pulled her close and kissed her... he now knew...guess, he always did....and maybe she did too...