Sound...

Trickling drops of rain,
from roofless identities
dropping like chunky fruits,
onto roofs above intense conversations,
make sound.

Wailings of four legged animals
on poor human roads
through poor inhuman actions
resonating like echoes around deep valleys,
make sound.

Smiles across faces,
when eyes reach eyes, catch, drop and swing again,
amid crowds of high pitched talk,
shaving noise from human faces,
make sound.

Lectures around
what should be
destroying
what could be,
lining onto thought like growing cracks in glass,
make sound.

Anticipation of days ahead,
juggle thoughts like Richard Feynmann's 'jiggling atoms',
whipping batters of thick concentration
before meeting the heat of the pan,
makes sound.

Death,
that makes news,
and condenses past rounds of serious music,
synopsizing a lifetime into few songs
of fame and shame,
kills sound!

PS - Resounding lines:
apne jazbaat mein naghmaat rachaane ke liye
maine dhadkan ki tarah dil mein basaaya hai tujhe
main tasavvur bhi judaai ka bhala kaise karoon
maine kismat ki lakeeron se churaaya hai tujhe!