Ashes of the unspoken..

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When I hold onto your thoughts with glimmers of hope,

with a craving to cradle my soul,

they fill me with an impossible yearning for a love that isn’t mine.

With all the insecurities acting up on me,

Knowing am not the prettiest, smartest or the wittiest of thee

the ashes of the unspoken, stay with me....

 

Down long and winding roads, when the wind gushes through your hairs,

With repass of moods ,tan of the sun breaching your face,

You look more beautiful, with expressive eyes.

With unfolded maps, offline network, and our lives measured in miles,

You gave me a chatter and an icy look,and in that moment

I don’t fall but walk into love with you and

the ashes of the unspoken ,stay with me...

 

We two didn't share a dance, nor romantic talks

neither did we even swap hellos or parting goodbyes,

with staring from a window faraway,

chatting just on messages,

the ashes of unspoken stay with me...

 

How can you see through me,

when you never look my way

How do you breathe freely,

when you take mine away,

Sitting with the crowds I still feel rustic,

Amidst the rush, I still clench my fingers, so they don’t find yours

If I never say these words ,the moments may not pause

and the ashes of the unspoken will stay with me..

 

Despite all the veracities which i know,

I still close my ears

And shut my eyes,

And block my senses

And wait for the wind to die,

And the stars to blur,

So that I can soak the reality in

And the ashes of the unspoken, stay with me..

 


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