When I had seen
that in your hands
Just my type was
the expression
Breaking the
mutual silence between us
That we had so
wanted to preserve
Like the purity
of words of our promises
Like the sanity
of the first time
Like the wisdom
folded in your hands
The silence that
let us be ourselves
We did speak
within the those confines
With the
tenderness of your feelings
Singing along in
the harmony of souls
The object in
your hands was within me
And I loved the
way you reciprocated then
Felt like the elusive
rain in that summer
Transcending on
spring of our silence
I had never thought
– if it could be
The worlds
within us didn't need so
But we lived the
moment as we would
TRANSCENDING ON SPRING OF OUR SILENCE
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
