The Unspoken Agreement Between Neighbors in an Apartment Building

Behind these walls, where private lives reside, 

A silent compact, secrets gently hide. 

No written contract, no loud, spoken vow, 

Yet understanding binds us, even now. 

I am the Agreement, subtle, strong, and deep, 

The silent promise, that the neighbors keep. 

The muffled footsteps, from the floor above, 

A quiet tolerance, born of silent love.

The music muted, after evening's fall, 

Respect for quiet, answering freedom's call. 

The shared hallway, with a knowing nod, 

A common kinship, blessed by every god. 

No slammed doors echo, in the night's soft hush, 

A gentle rhythm, banishing all rush. 

The scent of cooking, wafting through the air, 

A momentary sharing, beyond compare. 

We learn the rhythms, of each private world, 

The rise and slumber, gracefully unfurled.

A shared commitment, to a peaceful ease, 

Navigating closeness, through the gentle breeze. 

The understanding, that our lives entwine, 

In subtle currents, a shared, urban design. 

No words are needed, for this intricate web, 

Of consideration, on the common ebb. 

A tapestry of tolerance, unseen and vast, 

A silent community, designed to truly last. 

The mutual respect, a delicate, soft art, 

The unspoken agreement, of the common heart.

- Khushi Kaul