Beneath the veil where silence hums,
In shadows where no footsteps come,
A weave of whispers, soft and light,
Invisible threads, binding tight.

Through realms unseen, across the air,
They pull the hearts of those who care,
Tying souls in secret knots,
In places time itself forgot.

No eyes may trace the paths they weave,
Yet hearts can feel and still believe,
In bonds that stretch, though worlds divide,
In whispers shared, though miles wide.

They tug when sorrow sinks too deep,
And cradle dreams we dare to keep,
They braid the moments lost and found,
In sacred spaces, without sound.

Unseen but felt, they hold us fast,
A tether to the first and last,
For love, though silent, softly threads,
A golden light where darkness spreads.

And though the winds of life may stray,
These threads endure, they never fray,
For in each heart a truth is spun—
Invisible threads make us one.

© Tamalika Chowdhury