The Invisible Threads of Friendship

No needle, no loom, no spool of bright thread,
Yet something unseen binds the paths we have tread.
Not woven of silk, nor of gold, nor of lace —
It’s a tapestry stitched in the quietest space.

It begins with a glance, a smile softly shared,
A joke that erupts when no one else cared.
From strangers to something much greater, much more —
A thread pulled so gently it’s hard to ignore.

There’s magic in moments that seem so mundane —
The midnight confessions, the walk in the rain.
The songs that you sing when no one is near,
The laughter that bursts without reason or fear.

It isn't the grand things that anchor it tight,
Not glittering parties or spotlights so bright.
It's popcorn in silence and tea going cold,
The warmth of a voice when the world feels too cold.

They are there when you falter, your feet in the dirt,
No questions, no judgment, no need to assert.
Their silence says more than a thousand loud words,
Like the hum of the air when it’s brushed by small birds.

Sometimes, you drift like the leaves on the tide,
Pulled far by the current, but never untied.
For friendship’s true wonder is this simple grace —
Distance can stretch it, but never erase.

They know you in ways that no others could dare —
The cracks in your armor, the weight that you bear.
They’ve seen you in shadows, they’ve stood by your side,
Their patience a lantern when hope tries to hide.

The thread may grow tangled, it frays at the ends,
Yet never it snaps, for that's how it mends.
It isn't perfection or flawlessness shown —
It’s the act of belonging, of being known.

For time is a weaver with hands slow but wise,
And friendship’s a thread that it never unties.
With each passing season, the colors might shift,
But the weight of that bond never ceases to lift.

So when silence grows long and the echoes feel wide,
When the miles stretch on with no friend at your side,
Look down at your heart, where the threads intertwine —
They’re there, still unbroken, still wholly divine.

No loom, no needle, no bright spool of thread,
But something eternal in every word said.
Unspoken, unseen, but alive all the same —
The invisible threads that no distance can tame.

- Khushi Kaul