The static air incubating
A faint tone of the wish
Spoken in confidentiality,
Is ruffling softly to set free the
Resonance secured from ages.

As you have come revisiting
The big and small landmarks
In those forgotten lanes
Of a rustic countryside
To hear the whispering wind.

Within the worn pages of
The personal diary, a clandestine
Confession fights the stifling
Space and dust of eons,
To materialize and divulge.

When you search the old rack
For an interesting book
To charm you out of boredom
In a gloomy evening’s
Restless silence and aching loneliness.

A short visual of memory
Flashes again and again
With loud declaration of a
Promise, that only we both
Are consciously aware

Hands had touched softly,
Hearts collided with force,
Emotions tied a conjugal knot,
Undertaking a secret pledge
That remained undisclosed forever.

Seema Aarella

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