colurful moon

can u come out of the sky?

the sky has no path for you to come

i also have steps to touch you

you are not me

and my eyes have become

dry;

without seeing you

the speech has no language

without 

speaking to you

i dont wish to breathe 

because

you are in my breathe

i wont let u go

the wind has got no knowledge

to

tell me how you feel

similar i am

but

wind is the only source that can

come near you

if we remove the blue colour 

of the sky

the sky becomes barren

if you are not in my life

the my life becomes

naked

if you are always at a distance

silence 

is our talks