The Unsaid

Lost in the labyrinths of intelligence
Shackled with the chains of reason
Sacrificed on the altar of sense
Sometimes vanished in oblivion
Among many things in the head
So many things just left unsaid

        Things which had no beginning, no end
        And no time for their timelessness
        In messages which I could not send
        But left them in the wilderness
        Half alive and somewhat dead
        Things that were left unsaid

The ones I kept for another day
Gingerly winding them in skeins
A few of them with shades of grey
Lonely blues and envious greens
Or quite often the hopeful red
Threads of what was left unsaid

        Things that I had put on hold
        Things that were for u to hear
        Things that I should have told
        I had to tell them loud n clear
        Not just to my pillow on bed
        To Witness what I left unsaid

Its not that I had chosen with care
Only I could take no more
Just when I could no more bear
I felt it rend me to the core
The day when my heart had bled
I told you a part of the unsaid…