Sometimes the heart is heavy
with things left unsaid,
We wait for the appropriate moment
Hope that the words come out right
That we really are able to say
what has been swirling endlessly
between the heart and the head
But that moment waits, alongwith us
As we look at the future,
the future looks back at us,
As we wait for the person to connect,
somewhere that person stares
Until that thunderclap within
alerts us to the real meaning
this action to be taken
is not for the other’s sake
listen to your own heart
write what it wants to share
who knows what is really happening
at the other end?
Is assuming safer than relying on the unknown?
I break this spell of silence
write to you for clearing my chest
Like the telegram in those old days,
I don’t know what is on your side
And for now, I am embracing this boldness
of stepping up to say
what I had learnt to keep as a secret.