Time

Life is a name given to few moments
In one of this fleeting moments
Two eyes met eloquently
Looking up from a cup of tea,
And enter the heart piercingly
And say,
Today do not speak
I will be silent too
Lets just sit thus
Holding each others hands
United by this gift of sorrow
Bonded by string of emotions
Who knows if in this very moment
Somewhere in the distant mountains
The snow at last may start to thaw.