I was a parched, dry, dying flower
You became the rain drenching my soul
Reviving me, as I bloom exquisitely..
© Renu Vyas
Sometimes in between our conversations
Deep inside, in those little pauses
Lies a whole new dimension
Where the silence speaks
A language of it's own
Whispering all that is left unsaid
You just need to stay quiet and listen
To the language of my heart
That only your heart can understand...
By Renu Vyas