Maya S.

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Music echoes in the background.

A pencil scratching on paper.

A paper flipping in the silence.

The taps of computer keys clicking to the beat.

A hum to the song.

Two faces hunched over work, hiding away.

No one talking,

no conversation.

Just the music,

the scratching,

the flipping,

the clicking.

The feeling of closeness lingering in the air.

Even without speech, we stay.

Because together we stand keeping company,

while the others are in a world away.  

Comments3

  • ajithraj

    Well, sometimes conversation kills the vibe of closeness. The poem is very illustrative.

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write. Sometimes words are unnecessary.

  • jaybob

    Nice. keep writing x



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