The Season of Love

Like the confluence of music and words creates a song
you took a small place in my heart
and made it your home
as a squirrel hides its nuts for the winter
I kept this secret untold
then the spring came, the flowers bloomed
and the breeze spread the scent of my love for you.

© Nazneen Kachwala



An unknown silence
surfaces suddenly
from the depths
of my heart
like a bench
on a deserted shore
looking at the horizon
for a voyager
to cross the sea
and rest in its lap
while the blue coils
the waves like a carpet
to adorn its sands.

© Nazneen Kachwala