The Unsaid...

It's the month of fall, may be that's the reason I have fallen even harder for her...

Watching the trees shed their leaves as same as my thoughts of her, 

Turning into all different shades of brown... Like her Hazel eyes in sunlight...

Cold winds and her warm smile, Is watching her from distant is enough? 

 

Some flew, some burnt, some dried and died and some got crushed in the pathway, some felt the breeze, some left the place, 

Few hesitatingly hanged on, few stayed back, few wanted to feel the mud, few wanted to travel over seas.. 

In the fear of left behind and not to regret, The birds where hopping here and there, Like a lightning strike, a strong wind flew me far away from home and all i can see is a void like the world without her... 

For the first time, feeling the breeze, moist of the soil, its smell, its texture and so on.. 

For the first time ever being far away from everything I own, 

Into the unknown, the wild winds flown me above the mountains, beneath the caves, swept away in river, been dumped and dried in thirst and hunger with all the enough adventures, all i can see now is a unsophisticated window sharing my space with spiders and ants... Until.. (seeing her) 

 

Watching her became my new routine, Where her voice was never heard, her songs never left the castle... 

Never know how she smells, 

Never heard of her laughs,

Will it be like a sound of Nightingale or a cold breeze? 

Will she smells like a Spring or a Winter? 

With gloomy inside and hesitated smile, the reflection in mirror and walls where her only so called companions and in night all she had was a moon, the stars, the breeze and yes of course me in the corner holding hard not to let go of her..

Unknowingly a hidden force driven me to her, to her smiles and to her tears, 

And to what she do and don't, 

And her likes and hate, 

Can I meet her, can I support her, 

Can I console her, 

Can I hug her, 

Can I cheer her up?  

How do I tell her that I never ever seen such a beautiful eyes, 

How do I tell her that she has the perfect smile, 

How do I tell her not to hide it, 

How do I tell her that she has the kind heart, 

How do I tell her that she is the warmest person i ever met, 

How do I tell her not to be hard on herself, 

How do I tell her its not her mistake, 

How do I tell her its ok to start again, 

How do I tell her that i love her the most, 

How do I tell her she is the all i have now..  

How the words are hided and left untold when there is a chance 

Later regretting and longing for it to be said again and again ...

How to say the Unsaid?? 

How to say the Unsaid?? 

How to say the Unsaid?? 

Until one day, like a river find its way to sea eventually i found the way to her (diary).. 

 

I am here now where I wanted to be,  always and forever and hereafter in the journey of her life ....

And the unsaid was never left Unsaid !

 (How about you?) 

~Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu