I Said Nothing Poem by Sathya Narayana

Could say nothing
when I met her last time
in the deafening din
of our shying hearts
demurring minds.

This time...
we both
amidst the roses red
and bright chrysanthemums
under the green bower
stood silent watching each other.

I heard the bussing sounds
of umpteen lips of gentle breeze
touching her forehead
and beheld
an annoyed strand of curly hair
dangling across her face
as if brushing aside the mischievous zephyr.
Then lo came sailing through
the flowing winds
a withered leaf of last Autumn
and fell on her feet,
as if she waited all the season
for this moment of salvation.

Suddenly a cool drizzle
embraced us both with thousand hands
and the sky winked a lightening!
This time too
could say nothing...
but waded my hesitant steps
through lazy silence
and grinding quandary
and my hands folded around her.

In the yonder a wrinkled cloud growled low
and from a distant bough
a warble crooned some hurried tunes
looking around with rolling eyes.
I smiled at her...
she smiled at me...
we needed no more words!