Sometimes we are unable to express ourselves, feel unheard and dejected. A lot of questions come to our dilemmic mind, a lot of them are left unanswered.

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Why does it happen so?

When I express, feelings seem hollow.

And when I don't, burden sinks deep.

Truth so bitter,

Cannot share, cannot keep.

What is it I want to say?

Nothing much but a lot to convey,

Emotions strong, voice weak,

Mere match of words can't speak,

To bleed on paper,

Or unto your heart,

A few letters aren't enough.

To feel is not simple,

As to touch or see,

How profound it must be!

Busy head, chatters on,

Pay no heed, nothing's wrong.

But what if?

What if all is for the bad?

Or better? Or worse?

A wish turned curse.

Is this only my muse?

No you have shared same views.

Why do I still feel it's just me?

Oh your's is a void,

Hollow speech,

But mine's filled,

Filled with grief.

Did I do the same?

As happened to me.

Is it a cycle?

Who are we?

Who am I?

Is there a reason?

Or do we just survive?

Just to live seems quite odd.

When the melody is in a discord,

Why need to fix?

Does it need to fit the meaning,

Or the meaning fit it?

Thoughts like loose yarn,

To weave is tough.

Through the needle eye,

To see is tough.

What chaos there is!

Where is the calm?

If stillness is what whole life we seek,

Why do we fear the long sleep?

The straight line drawn, long and complete.

When strife is a part of us,

Why grieve from dawn till dusk?

And why not grieve?

When a moment happy, lasts long not,

Forlorn, a sickening knot.

Trust, not the absence of fear,

Fear of losing someone dear.

Why think of the past,

And why think not?

When it is what we are,

What we are made of.

Why does it happen so?

When I express, feelings seem hollow.

And when I don't, burden sinks deep.

Truth so bitter,

To share or to keep?

By Player of Words

From: India

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