January 23, 2011

elephant in the room

The weight of the unsaid

Hangs heavy between us
Layered sentences and half-muttered words
Said with hesitating halts and jittery jumps

The fists clench and unclench
Pondering whether to set the truth free
And for every pregnant pause
The air reeks of anticipation

We know what is to be said
It's the manner of doing it that eludes us


Chintan said...

It's the silence before the storm. Once it rains, it'll pour. Loved the concept of your piece. :)

naween said...

@chintan: hehe! some people love the rain :)

Chintan said...

Oh yeah, getting drenched is good. Thats what I meant. :)