By Laila Brahmbhatt
BETWEEN SONGS
We speak through
what goes unspoken
like singers between songs.
We could move as dancers do,
through unrehearsed steps.
Let’s speak a language
of fluent silences, quiet breaths.
When I yearn to sing and dance with you,
I rewind our unheard conversations.
The tape holds only silence,
Yet still, I sing.
Still, I dance alone.
Laila Brahmbhatt, a Kashmiri/Jharkhand-rooted writer and Senior Immigration Consultant in New York, has published haiku and haibun in several international journals, including Cold Moon Journal and Failed Haiku.
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