Unspoken...

[In this twentieth, I tried to express the nature/properties of unspoken things for an individual. So, can speaking up clear things or add to the peril?]

Fear of the end,

Many thoughts collide and blend;

Many words the mind utters,

Mumbling inside and left unspoken…

Thoughts from the past or intuition,

Still refraining to meet conclusion;

Expressions flutter and calm down,

Caged inside they are unspoken…

Could speaking up have made a difference?

Unlike now, the silence and the distance,

Feelings die down, precipitate,

Evaporate, fade out and are unspoken…

-Priyesh

The Deprivation

[Nineteenth poem is about the deprivation of love one experiences before falling in love. I hope you like it. J ]

Befriended the garden bench,

Love thirsty, searching to quench;

If this reason needs explanation,

It’s all about,

The deprivation.

Lived in solitude till now,

Needs a soul that cares, somehow;

My deserted world needs cultivation;

That will eliminate,

The deprivation.

Be my shade, I sought sun,

Sooth me with love and heal the burn,

Let me be your possession;

And help me escape,

The deprivation.

-Priyesh

Still Standing There...

[Eighteenth one below is about a man still hoping to find his love back, regardless of what separated them.]

Cherishing my thoughts all the time,

Assassinating eyes, like one sweet crime;

I still love you, I still care,

But you walked away and I’m still standing there…

Viscous ocean of pain keeps me sinking,

Sitting at the shore, I keep thinking;

The ship of love ripped apart, beyond repair,

You disappeared and I’m still standing there…

Fisting handful of memories, from the past

Of the love that didn’t last;

With watery vision at you I stare,

You never turned around, I was still standing there…

 -Priyesh