You don’t speak your mind,
And you pretend to be ostensible,
Befriending silence not giving away any clue,
Holding many storms deep inside you.
And those deep doe eyes,
Always searching and anxious,
Though it appears to stall in a ring,
Yet jutting away with fluttering wings.
And that smirk,
Like you have consumed fear,
With many shades of gray,
Covering the soul to forget the betray.
A hazy convulses of mixed emotions,
Ready to leap but restraining,
Entwine in some bereave grind,
Raring to break free, but you won’t speak your mind.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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A closed mouth doesn’t get fed is what they say. Silence is golden but it has no value if you can’t cash it in. Great write🌹
The title says it all. I was hooked till the end.
Emotions suffocate if we can’t let them out and though silence is supreme, we need to balance silence and voice. Thoughtful write🌼❤️
Hmm…. Great thought from you Sameera
wow! Beautiful♥️
Those doe eyes… 💛💛
So well said. Thanks for your lovely comment
Thank you so much Ayush
Well said Sameera ❤️❤️
Thank you so much Sona 😊🌸
Thank you, Jaya ❤️❤️
My pleasure.
Reading your work is always my pleasure.😊
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Thank you dear 😊🌸
My pleasure. 😁
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My pleasure 🙃
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❤️🌼 thank you
Thank you so much!🌼
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You’re gladly welcome
Thank you 😊🌸