Words Unsaid

By Khushboo Sharma

It's dangerous to let evil thoughts take toll

Lost in insecurities is the ability to retort

Remaining silent for long, a torture on soul

Keeping pain buried , answering short

Running away without sharing

Pushing away without caring

When an already lost bird seeks some relief

After long tiring dips in melancholic sea ,

without any useful reap

Is finally high on drug like zeal and enthusiasm

Excited and relieved to finally get a peaceful nights' sleep

A near and dear one turns into a thief

Vents anger and frustration that strikes so deep

Then disappears leaving the other to grieve

All hope to stay happy set ablaze, plan of peaceful slumber lost in haze...

Feeling unwanted, useless and like a dummy

As if beautifully crafted sand castles of a child , just got washed away by fierce tsunami...

Nobody comes to his rescue as he stands on the shore crying tear by tear

Just like the girl who spent another long night accompanied with unnerving feelings and in fear..

Who be punished and asked for an explanation of this behaviour untuned?

Who be seeking forgiveness for doing this not once, not twice, but three times within ignorance cocooned?

Who be held responsible for the night that was ruined?

A tranquil night that got ruined.

By Khushboo Sharma