Invisible ThreadsA Poem by Neha agrawal
There are threads.
Not the kind you'd see not silk, not lace. But something knotted quietly between you and me. They don’t glow. They don’t shimmer. But they hold when everything else gets frayed. A word, a memory a laugh that shows up uninvited and suddenly, there it is again: the tug. No one else would notice. But we do. Because these things, they don’t belong to the world. They belong to the two who carry them. They patch up time. They soften distance. They hum beneath every step, even the ones we take away from each other. And even when we drift God, we do drift they don’t. They’re still there. Quiet. Invisible. Ours. © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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