Hush..

Between the blur of deadlines and the hum of wheels,

I heard a whisper of Life — not loud but lucid.

Wind was fluttering in through a half-open window,

It slid in like a slant of light

Falling on the dashboard, gold and fleeting.

Time was not chasing me —

It was walking beside me, barefoot,

Trailing the scent of old rains and fallen jasmines, on our way.

As if to say : 'This too is living !'

The whisper, left behind a hush in my chest,

Not empty, but filled — like a dream before sleep.

Then, for a moment,

Even the hush, knew how to be still,

Reminding me I’m still human,

Still here.