​Hey, these days you have been visiting me quite often.
I don’t complain, but you always leave with silence.
Have you fallen in love, as you slide down my curves?
Moistening my lids, blurring my vision.
Leaving with weakening the beats, and with a continuous pinch.
I did see and hear about you before.
You love leaving behind a smeared mascara.
But what fun do you get, leaving like that?
And also coming back again and again, and that too without an invitation.
Hey, you salty droplets, stop visiting me now.
Because I have started hating this silence of yours.