Unspoken, Unasked, Undiscussed.
-Priyanka Jain I started rehearsing again and again, I had to say it this time Anxiety was taking over all my senses but I had to be strong It was important, but not easy, words can be such a slime Emotions, secrets, confessions and a list of rights & wrongs On a freezing evening I looked into those eyes, again curious Innocent and dreamy, like a kid, waiting for me to begin the story The story was now told and the truth was out, which was spurious It wasn’t the truth rehearsed to be told, actual truth now in gory Night followed by chilly evening, I was crying, hugging my bed Struggling to breath between sobs and trembling due to ache Words from past were haunting me, truth was causing a dread A question I wanted to ask those eyes, could have been soul’s slake I promised another story the next day, started rehearsing again I had to say it this time because undiscussed past was a sting The story wasn’t long, just 5 words to express the cutting