THe MiLLions UNsaid

A million words inside me ,

A million words to say .

A million times I dream ,

Few times they come to play .

A million paths , ways I see

The way Leads to yOu ,

I foresee .

To say it or not ,

Now or before

Or to say it sOme otHer way .

Again a million words inside me

OnLy few finds Its way .

Day by day , hour by hour ,

My mind gOes into tHe darkness

WHere nO one laughs and prays ,

JUst me and my soul

Stays there with a shadow of grey

No voice can escape ,

No pleasure can peNetrate .

My space in the darKer me ,

Is sleeping Inside Me and say ,

Says a million words a day

To all and the self ;

Ask wHere is you , Me Myself

Who is she , who dreams a lot a day

When she expresses ,

Only few words to say .

next day ,

More words , more thoughts ,

And all unsaid ……………..

©Sakshi Mishra



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