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.

OUT OF WHACK | But She Won't Let Me

Her beauty is out of whack,

And I do have a DIY hack,

For her to get better,

But she won't let me.

Her routine is out of whack,

And I can't cut her any slack,

Because she has been a go-getter,

But she won't let me.

Her mind is out of whack,

And I know how to unleash her knack,

For being smarter than every competitor,

But she won't let me.

Her spirit is out of whack,

And I can pick her up from the shack,

To take her back to how she was when I first met her,

But she won't let me.

THE BET I DON'T WANT TO WIN

I don't know if I want the hard disk more,
Or want to lose the bet secretly.
I'd be a gainer anyway,
But if I win the bet I'd lose something too,
The value of which I don't realize now,
Or maybe I do but am scared to admit;
Trying to make it all comic,
Unable to cry my heart out,
Scared of crying and breaking down,
I just talk to friends and make them laugh,
They think I'm funny,
And I'm able to lie to myself,
That I am happy.
Maybe I am,
Or maybe I need to learn to do that,
All over again, yet again;
It's not the best feeling in the world,
It's just tragically funny!

YES

Yes I live in a world of my own illusions,
And I'm scared if they'd be destroyed,
Because they helped me get through this phase,
Where I could crumble between a million lies.

I kept saying 'Yes',

To maintain each bond.
Didn't realize I had lost my freedom,
And just to keep them happy to the best of my ability I don't know when I destroyed myself and beyond.

I feel trapped, 

And I feel it everywhere I go.
I seem to have lost that precious time living in fear,

I can't seem to let go.

I've lost that feeling and there is just fear,
I have everything but I don't have me.

Though I'd be nobody's business when I die,

I fear people I love will judge me.

This world is big with lots of people,

And my experiences might just be another story someone would read.

But then they'd know about the regrets I bear,
And my wish to create a healing creed.