LAWET

Kaustav Ghosh

I met you not in a crowd,
but in the quiet between our words,
where syllables danced softly,
and meanings lingered like dusk on a poet’s lips.

You spoke, and I listened—
not just to what was said,
but to the silence in between,
where something gentle was beginning.

Your verses found a rhythm in me,
like familiar footsteps on unfamiliar roads.
And when I recited your lines,
they echoed in places I didn’t know I had.

I do not know the ending—
if this is a page, or a whole chapter—
but I know I’d like to write it with you,
one verse, one feeling, one moment at a time.