#unannouncedlove
Once, love moved like monsoon air
unannounced, heavy, inevitable.
Promises never spoke.
They lingered,
like clouds already familiar with home.
Now the sky remembers
what the heart refuses to hold.
Rain still arrives,
but the name it carried
thins before it touches earth.
Some bonds do not break.
They pause
unfinished sentences
abandoned mid-breath.
Love remains.
Not loud. Not pleading.
A quiet river
passing old ghats,
aware of its shore,
and choosing to move on.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 5:24 AM UTC