Stealing flowers from the neighborhood

I laughed,

as he struggled to pronounce the word


We sat there for hours,

without speaking.

I was looking at those beautiful blooms,

while he was stealing glances at me,

Each adoring the beauty,

But of our dearest things.

I walked up to the tree,

as i was trying to reach the flowers,

he bent the branches over,

so that i could easily pick the best one.

I smile at him like a blooming Rhododendron,

No wonder his eyes would sparkle so bright,

as if all the stars were bottled in there.

We would silently walk back

feeling happy and satisfied,

as if we had the best conversation.

Silence is not always bad until

you find someone who understands it like you do.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful feeling when someone talks silently!!🙂


    1. Maanya says:

      True.Silence has its own way of expressing.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Holy crap. You write some very good poetry. Maaan.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Maanya says:

      Thank you for appreciating. ☺️

      Liked by 1 person

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