Just Saying

April 11, 2018 by Usha Pisharody 6 Comments

You’ll never be sure

That absolute certain sure

Of me.

I can see that in your eyes.

An evening’s conversation worth

Careful concern

Over-eager assistance

That sudden silence

When unmentionables are

Inadvertently shared.

Love swells within

But is held, dam(n)ed

By what shadowed my eyes

By what knotted my tongue

And slipped it down my throat

Lodged in the thereabouts of my heart…

So that nothing can go out,

Or be received.

We simply smile, shrug our shoulders

Comfort each other

Confess the awkwardness…

Cover it all up in our parting.

And our Words

Them Words , unspoken, become the seeds

That lay the turf, untended.

Trampled.

 

10 April, 2018

Day#10 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018, a few minutes late, since the Muse played hookey till then 😛