Subhakeerthana

A fire burns, inside me, but nothing shows. Just our eyes— a flicker in a crowded room. No words. Just silence. Glances, hesitant, slipping past each other like shadows. I look away— because I should, because I don’t want to break it, but still… I wait. Two strangers, and yet known somehow, pulled into a rhythm we haven’t named. I step back. Our eyes meet again. A small acknowledgment— tender, fragile, awakening something we might never speak. A sigh… soft drifts between us, secrets that we don’t say but somehow feel. A moment suspended, alive. It lingers like a song half-remembered, half-forgotten, and somehow… ours. In silence, we speak.