Lull

Like tapestry,
A fabric, woven in time,
Wraps me with warmth
When I have you in mind.

The rain rejuvenates,
The chirping of the birds elates;
Perhaps, augments this state-

Of surreal feeling,
This inscrutable feeling
Wonder I, what I’d say?
If you were here to stay

Would the spoken silence be heard?
And so would the unspoken words?
As we’d share this rain,
And this chirping of the birds

Originally published at www.bhaveekdesai.ml on April 13, 2018.