7

They sat together in the bus stand

Engaged in a conversation never ending

She gave a gasp and dropped her bag

In a flash he was picking it up bending


The hustle bustle bothered them nay

Neither the gawks or the stares

Their fingers a blur as they spoke

May be asking how each other fares?


In their contentment they built an aura

Isolating yet connecting them to the world

An aura of harmony and peace

And between them there was not one spoken word


All around them the city continued busily in its rage

They spoke on and on, seeming unperturbed

The deaf barked a laugh at a joke

The mute went on speaking knowing it would be heard



This and the posts which should be up soon were written quite some time ago :)
All shall be revealed ! :)