It was raining and raining for hours nonstop br nobody knows when to go back, br As if it was grimacing in silence like dark night br It may take time to talk again, for a while. br br Night may break in to day, hours into minutes br but those silence may not shredded to rain of tears br And that hours of rain was the tears of silence br that rippled into voice of grimacing - protracted. br br If I asked to reason out curves of silence br It may cajole to suggest inkling of love provoking- br For the tears fallen in rain, of thosa unbeaten songs br lest silence may censure grimacing.