Between Us, Something Unsaid

 Between Us, Something Unsaid

We didn’t decide

to be silent—

it simply happened,

like evening

arriving without asking.

You were there,

I was there,

and between us

something delicate

refused to become words.

I could have spoken—

about the day,

about trivial things,

about anything to fill the air.

But the silence

felt more honest

than any sentence

I could have offered.

It stretched—

not awkward,

not empty—

but alive,

like a thread

neither of us pulled.

Your presence

was not outside me,

not entirely—

it echoed somewhere

I could not point to.

And I wondered,

if I speak now,

will this break?

will we fall back

into names and meanings?

So I stayed—

on that edge

where nothing is said,

yet everything is known.

A strange kind of closeness—

without proof,

without promise,

without need.

And when we finally parted,

no goodbye felt necessary.

Because what was there

between us

was never in words

to begin with.

मुकेश ,,,,,,,,,,