
This is a gentle reflection on how love softly enters our lives. It’s not about big gestures or dramatic events, but rather shared talks, unexpressed feelings, and the quiet presence of someone who becomes part of our lives.
The poem shows how true love remains—not just in memories, but in the deep parts of the soul where it learns to stay.
# Between Your Words #
It wasn’t love at first sight.
It was slower than that.
It began
somewhere between your words,
in the pauses you never noticed,
in the thoughts you left unfinished,
in the stories you told
without realizing
you were giving pieces of yourself away.
I learned you
the way dawn learns the sky—
gradually,
quietly,
without announcement.
Your laughter stayed with me
long after conversations ended.
Your sadness found a home in me
before I knew its name.
And somehow,
your dreams began visiting mine.
Now,
when it rains,
I don’t just hear the weather.
I hear the things
you once said you loved.
When a song drifts through the air,
I search for your voice within it.
And when the world grows silent,
I find you there too—
living gently
between my memories
and my heart.
Perhaps that is what love is:
The slow unfolding
of one heart inside another.
Until their happiness
feels like sunlight,
their sorrow
feels like rain,
and their absence
becomes the only thing
that has a presence of its own.
And though life may change,
and seasons may pass,
some people never truly leave.
They remain—
in the songs you hear,
in the roads you walk,
in the prayers you whisper,
and in the quiet corners
of your soul
where love learned
how to stay.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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very nice
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Thank you so much.
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Wow .👍. Thank you sharing such heartfelt poetry .. for love crawled and did not rush much like the tortoise walking slowly and steadily but yet reaching its home .
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Thank you so much for your beautiful and thoughtful words. They truly touched my heart. 😊
I love your analogy of love to a tortoise—slow, steady, and never in a hurry. I believe the deepest love rarely arrives with fanfare; it quietly grows through trust, understanding, and shared moments until, one day, it simply feels like home.
Your heartfelt reflection means a great deal to me.
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नायाब 🥰
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बहुत-बहुत धन्यवाद! 🥰🙏
आपका एक शब्द—“नायाब”—मेरे लिए किसी बड़े पुरस्कार से कम नहीं। हृदय से आभार कि मेरी भावनाएँ आप तक पहुँच सकीं। आपका स्नेह और प्रोत्साहन ही मेरी लेखनी को नई ऊर्जा देता है।
सदैव स्नेह बनाए रखिए। 🌿✨
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What a deeply touching and beautifully crafted poem, Verma ji.
“Between Your Words” reads like an intimate meditation on love in its truest, most unforced form. I am particularly moved by how you capture love not as a thunderclap, but as a slow, quiet dawn—a gradual learning of someone through their pauses, their unspoken thoughts, and the pieces of themselves they don’t even realize they are giving away.
The imagery is exquisite. Lines like “I learned you the way dawn learns the sky—gradually, quietly, without announcement” and “their absence becomes the only thing that has a presence of its own” carry a profound emotional weight that lingers long after reading. You have a rare gift for turning the invisible threads of human connection into something tangible and achingly beautiful.
The poem’s gentle wisdom—that love is not just a memory but a permanent resident in the quiet corners of the soul—is both comforting and deeply resonant. Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart with us. It is a reminder that the most enduring love stories are not the loudest, but the ones that learn to stay.
Absolutely beautiful work. 🙏✨
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Thank you so very much for your incredibly thoughtful and generous words. They truly humbled me. 🙏✨
Your reading of the poem touched me deeply because you saw not only the words, but the emotions that quietly shaped them. I have always believed that love’s greatest strength lies not in grand declarations, but in its gentle ability to become part of our everyday existence—almost unnoticed, yet impossible to forget.
Your appreciation of the imagery, especially the lines about dawn and absence, means more than I can express.
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A great description of how love grows in thoughts words and deeds. It is not just a sudden flash and it is gone. It is a flickering flame that needs to be nourished and treasured. Happy weekend. Allan
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Thank you so much, Allan. Your beautiful reflection captures the essence of the poem perfectly.
I especially love your description of love as “a flickering flame that needs to be nourished and treasured.” True love is rarely a sudden blaze—it grows quietly through thoughts, words, kindness, and shared moments, becoming stronger with time and care.
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