Monday, April 03, 2017


By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, April 03, 2017

There is a girl who loves you silently,
underneath her banter is a fervent hope,
that you might notice her in the hallways of
the school,
as you walk past her,
In library, she sits just two seats away from you,
she slyly glances at you, as you fill pages and pages with your
illegible handwriting,
maybe you don't realize it yet, but during lunch, as you both share
your tales of the first two periods, along with your other friends, of course,
she hopes, only hopes, that you'd read in between the lines
and understand that sometimes, silence has a voice of its own,
but only if you could hear it,
she constantly reminds you of the evenings you'd walk her home
after school,
and how you've stopped it for reasons she couldn't fathom,
maybe for old times sake, you offer to walk her home some day,
the day which never comes again,
between being tangled with her emotions and untangled with you,
her silence has a language,
that wants to be deciphered, deeply and desperately,
because she is only a girl who loves you ever so silently.



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