Unsaid is a misnomer,
Silence, an understatement,
Pause, an irreverence..
When words flow effortlessly,
Punctuated by smiles and mirth,
Accentuated by wide eyed acknowledgements,
Splattered all over, running back and forth,
Between the conversing two,
At what moment do they cease the motion,
To freeze into soundless particles,
And rest for a priceless moment..
A moment when the breeze is appreciated
By slightly longer blinks,
When the twilight is welcomed
By extended untargeted gazes,
When the balcony is filled
With sudden beauty..
Was it cos of the dearth of words,
Or of an interminable flood?
Is it a hesitant start to the next topic
Or d lingering finale of a terminated discussion?
Steamy coffee mugs,
The indefinable moment,