October 14, 2024
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There's always a humming song,
a soft whisper through the air,
its melody dances shadow-like,
space between breaths to fill with air,
words enclosed in mystery,
but oh, how they ring,
like little raindrops on windowpanes,
each note a heartbeat,
each pause a sigh.
Musicians have not trod there,
wherein silence rocks the unspoken,
wherein echoes of the heart
take refuge in the unspoken.
Yet here, within these vibrations,
I find the warmth of longing,
the familiar embracing dreams,
wrapped in the fabric of twilight.
I am romantic once again,
lost in the reverie of the unseen;
all the world blurs into hues of gold.
And with every whispered refrain,
I yearn for the warmth once again,
the touch of a hand, the glow of a smile,
as the song continues, humming softly,
reminding me of everything I thought I had forgotten.
© PRAMOD GANGADHARAN India
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