SILENCE | Silent Storm

Many feelings,

Many words,

Much to express,

A lot to say,

Yet there is silence!

Feelings of love,

Of hope,

Of being sorry,

Feelings of making it up to someone,

And feelings of anticipation.

Words to console,
To inspire,

Words of passion,

Words for every little feeling,

Some said, some unsaid.

Expressing trust through actions,

Sorrow with a nervous laughter,

Happiness through nonchalant gestures,

Love in anger,

Expressing love through silence.

A lot to say,

But silence says it better.

Hidden telepathic conversations,

In the head,

Or maybe really?

Yet silence,

It says it all;

As a heavy heart cannot lift itself,
By words alone;

It needs to be felt.

The inner happiness,

Not expressed through a smile,

Yet felt somewhere,

Needs another soul to notice.

The forbidden friendships,

& bottled up feelings,

Quietly stay, for they think logically,

And silence remains, always.

Yet memories and dreams,

The hope to meet,

Imagination, enough to build a new reality,

And feelings, enough to love deeply,
Prevail.

And now I realize more than I ever have,

What a silent storm one can be.

How Much Time Do I Have With You?

Does our fate dictate what we get on the plate? Or is there scope to negotiate? Because I might want to.

And I want to locate where I exactly am in the darkroom when I skate, as I often find myself stuck in figure eight, but switching on the lights is something I can't do.

But with all that you feel and don't tell, I can relate. So, let me know when you're ready to accommodate, the truth I have; we don't need a clean slate, I'm assuring you.

But I can't bear this weight of not being able to express; exactly what I hate, and I can't let myself be smothered by the freight, so, would you please reach out to me before I take a long time to?

But I don't have the ability to translate all that I feel into words and I don't want to get into a distracting debate, so, will you let my eyes fixate? Because, I don't know how much time I got with you.

NEVER LET HER FALL

When every step is an inch of crawl,

Every slip is a mighty fall,
Every toy is a broken doll,
And every hour is a silent call;
In the hour of helplessness,
And with a soul full of restlessness,
When the angels call,
And there is nothing to ask for;
Because the spirit is broken,
And the thoughts are endless
But when the mother calls,
Don't let her see your tears fall.
Just lay your head,
And hide in her lap,
With her hand on your forehead,
Wrap yourself in a shawl;
For you'll find your peace there,
And the love you need,
The wounds will heal,
And you'll again be able to walk tall.
Then promise yourself,
To always be there for her,
To be everything she would ever need,
To be the one she could trust anything for;
Because since the day she had you,
She gave you her all;
And there is nothing more to ask for,
So, never make excuses and never let her fall.

SLEEPLESS

It's not insomnia,
It's the feeling of missing someone.
It's the feeling of restlessness,
To express all the feelings,
Not caring if words would help,
Because only listening,
To the voice,
You're eager to listen to,
Is enough.
Enough to help you calm down,
Rest your heart for a while,
That keeps on beating erratically,
When it misses someone.