Unfamiliar Territory

A moment in time

Where time is infinite

With the meeting of eyes

And fingers intertwined

When water is music

And the wind sings

Gleeful is the walk

And in each step a spring

Of a romance unconventional

And no gesture cliché

In the desert of existence

Parched no more,

When the trees sway

Of words disconnected

No rhythm or rhyme

But a sense of completion

Because of an intervention divine.

Saumia Takru