Quilting the Poems

There is a world

There is a world where "we" exist
where silence is not awkward
where meetings ain't happenstances
where you listen when I speak...
there is a world where "we" exist.
There is no curtain of thorns,
no hill of misunderstandings;
unsaid words glide like river,
for both of us to read.

Away from confusions,
away from questions,
neither you live, nor I survive,
just "we" together exist.
In my mind, in my poetry,
in my stories, in my dreams,
in my chatter, and in quiet too,
there is a world where "we" exist.