Anguish of the unspoken word…

I have lived for very long inside his head,

waiting to be uttered,

like lyrics from a broken song

Today, my dreams have been shattered.

for now, I know

that I will never

see, the light of the day,

enjoy the joy of being alive, ever

will not enjoy the sun in May

The birds though still would carry on

the leaves will fall and the sun will dawn

She had this chance to give me life

even as I lived before we knew ...

And almost.. She gave it but her all.

but If only, this life could renew

to let go of me and let me live in some

one,

never embarked in her embrace

My entity, somewhere was

her own extension, that hid under the cloak of disgrace

To give hope and respite from strife,

that cannot be for such is the harm done

There is no life for me if her wishes die.

no reprise, not an absolution

not one that any death can buy 

She might utter me still

but what of an entity that now remains

A name that’s familiar yet unacceptably ignorable

and here it ends

much deeper than it soothed, when it began

It will not be the same, at best a lie

I will be hollow, devoid of meaning and will

Pronounced, obliterated and finally overwritten

being uttered for there is nothing else to be said

being accepted because there is nothing better to do

I wish I was never born,

Never wanted to be spoken about

But, I was born

born out of hope

An ensemble woven out of perplexities

shadows and I circumvent in the dark

an unhinged rein of this glory,

that’s offsets the humiliation

A plethora of emotions that

best not spoken, portray

How...

we couldn't hold

what we ourselves made...

Hope is what keeps me from being broken.

as silence speaks of forthcoming light

For not everything that matters remains…