I asked for nothing but your voice, 
A whisper, a word, just a gentle choice.
In your light, I stood so still, 
Watching, waiting, with endless will.
        
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        Today, as crossing the heart of the Brahmaputra, 
I saw more than water—
golden sunrays rippling on the surface, 
like a dream I had once wandered.
        
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'A soul that bleeds ink instead of tears— I write not just to express, but to echo the silences the world forgets to hear. Rooted in nature, nurtured by emotion, I am a poet walking the fine line between reality and reverie.')
                    A Line In Yellow
                    
                    I asked for nothing but your voice, 
A whisper, a word, just a gentle choice.
In your light, I stood so still, 
Watching, waiting, with endless will.
Your favorite color, soft and bright, 
Somewhere between green and orange, right. 
As it came in silence, yellow was, I guess, ideal! 
A stem for every soft sigh.
I drew the line, 
A cut-off which I tried to observe, 
But even there, with space in between
.......I'll be behind you, unseen….
I still feel blue and it's always for you.
For all I wanted was the whisper, 
Simple. That's  all.
Except now, everything you do, 
feels like a yellow in the setting sky.
                

 
                    