What is it?

The shy smile for unknown reasons

The silent giggle for the strangers

the warmth of the farway horizon

as it seeps into the very being..

is that it?

The whispers of the mystical breeze

The rustling of the old yellow leaves

The songs of the falling raindrops

And the myriad patterns of the dark clouds

Is that it?

The questioning looks at the mirror

And the splashes at the puddles of water

The multiple glances at the colours

And the heartfelt prayers..

Is that it?

I don’t know what is it

I fold my hands and I bow down

To utter a humble thanks

For letting me feel all this

Whatever it is..

For it connects me to me

And above all to you..