The Promise and the Waiting

 Of course — the poem before “The Moment We Parted” was:

“वादा और इंतज़ार” — The Promise and the Waiting.

The Promise and the Waiting

(A Love Letter)

Do you remember,

that day we didn’t speak aloud,

yet our hearts made a vow —

soft, wordless, and somehow more true

than anything spoken could ever do?

It wasn’t made of grand declarations,

no witness, no ring, no reservations.

Just your eyes meeting mine in the quiet,

and in that stillness…

a forever took flight.

Since then, I’ve waited for you —

in the hush between seconds,

in the hush of my soul,

where only your name echoes whole.

Every sunrise,

I whisper a prayer you can’t hear,

Every nightfall,

I pull your absence near.

The wind brushes past,

and I turn —

half-hoping it's you… again.

But love, this waiting isn’t lonely —

it's sacred.

A space you once filled,

still echoing with your promise.

I know you’ll return,

not because I wish it,

but because love like ours

doesn’t vanish —

it just travels through time

to return in bloom.

So I wait —

not as someone left behind,

but as someone walking toward you

with every breath.

Because promises made by hearts,

not mouths,

never break.

And love, when true,

always finds its way back.

Still yours,

In every hour that waits

And every silence that believes.