On silence , part 1

Those waiting in the shore kept gossiping..and whispering to the river..The little friends winking at her

from up above..and she smiled back..

On days of scorching radiance, The river wanted to sleep,but ..........

And then, the cloud came..

The twinkling friends from up above disappeared...

who echoed thier little quanta of happiness on her, once...and the cloud shade the river.....

The river slept, with contentment. No scorching ..

The breeze accompanied..

In dreams she remebered those twinkles.She remembered how she thought to keep flowing..

Seldom to a serene lake..and often towards falls..

She remebered, how she wanted to..touch every shore..and how the blue infinitum inspired her to explore forward...

to fight cruel old rocks and turn them to golden dusts..

The dream ended. She got awake. The cloud is still there to protect her, no matter how fast she continue flowing, no matter even if she hide beneath a lake, or back of mountains...

Are those twinkles real, always?or it was mere a reflection ?

Thr river wandered....................................and then wait for the moon to disappear..wait for the cloud to wind away,hoping, only the brightest twinkle will keep smiling..

Then the time came, there is no Moon, no twinkles, only labyrinths on dark azure...................

And silence..the only contentment................