His Silence ( a poem)

A poem.

Prachi P
Oct 22, 2024

I have a habit of falling in love
with people’s Silence.

The only voice we could hear
is of our breath

The tick tick of the clock
from our drawing room wall
The constant bark of the neighborhood dog

Or the sound of a daily peddler
who still sell for Rs 10.

I love that kind of silence

where we can just sit with chai
in our hand

And trying to sip the vapor as

we sit across each other and the tips of our feet touch on
your Veranda.

Which you recently have started calling ours.

Have I ever mentioned I love your silent smile
your uneven lips
those are the perfect smile I have seen in a while
And I fell for you maybe because of that.

Photo by Adam Wilson on Unsplash

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Prachi P
Prachi P

Written by Prachi P

A Frontend developer. Either I am coding the project or I am writing about code, life, poetry, etc.

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