Unspoken Words

Some days, the words go missing,

while I go seeking everywhere,

only to find them curled up at my feet.

Unsure and riddled by doubts,

I wonder, then—

is it their fault or mine,

that I am fumbling?

Silence—stands askance,

and casts me a look,

as if trying to measure

the weight of my unspoken words

against its’ power.

When they come asking

if I’ve conceded defeat,

I pause.

And re-tracing my steps,

I say to them—

some answers are meant to be elusive,

only to hang in mid air,

suspended across the chasms,

for Time alone has the answer.


Written as part of our #SoulfulSunday free writing exercise, along with my friends Vinitha and Shilpa.

Also linking up with Monday Musings hosted by Corinne at Everyday Gyaan.

7 thoughts

  1. I know how this feels. I’m learning not to push too much, to let the words come when they will, while trying to be disciplined. Great writing, Esha. You always get to the heart of things!

    1. Thank you so much, Damyanti. I feel the most vulnerable when I share my poems because I have no clue what the reader will think of them. Your kind words mean a lot to me. 🙂

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