conversations are inconclusive,
there are no Rainbows in a circle.
Your silence are very loud,
the language of Universe.
Could never judge your mood,
'Still' it may looks the top of Back waters
but with a strong under current.
You are so beautiful and
looks can be deceptive,
Quick Sand are also part of Land.
When you leave
everything is gone with you
washed out,
Flood hit are ruthless.
Following the trace
you left behind only to find
that I am not the ONE
or I am not the only ONE.