Unsaid words want to say something,
Yet without being heard by anybody,
Searching the explanation for their existence buried so deep,
Always wishing to know, why they are so hard to keep?
When at times it’s unbearable to remain hidden,
Why stay behind the doors of conversation?
When at times, absence of getting acknowledged fails,
Why make the silence, The Best mate?
Searching en route to reach, just the outskirts only,
And feel the pleasure of seeing outside the boundary,
But when failing in this attempt occurs quite often,
One thing that tortures is living in Suffocation.
Inadvertently, when essence reflects its shadow,
Often overlooked by claiming to be the intelligent minds,
Then all hopes starts fading away,
And stillness in talks slowly makes its way.
Expecting that single soul to set them free,
So that now these unsaid words can be carefree.
Blow away the burden of being forever caged,
This is what the unsaid words always say...
copyright aditi kochhar
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