Sitting in the porch ,
With a cup of coffee.
Earpods plugged in ,
Jazz playing out its magic.
Scrolling through feed ,
Rather mindlessly.
Mind hovered with thoughts ,
Yet no words could delineate.
Sometimes , at times ,
Loss of words is comforting.
Not every affair ,
Is required to be said.
Silence is a delicacy ,
Satiating the mind.
Gaze at the peach sky ,
Smile , and let moment ,
Take its own meaning.
Sometimes , at times ,
Loss of words is comforting.
by Prapti Shah | Instagram : @dream_dialect
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