We worry too much,                         We guard too strong,
To say what we feel,                           We wait too long.

We over Analyse,we question,     And we debate.

Not realising,with lost words,               Our selves we abate.

Weighing the pros and cons,               of voicing what we feel.

Afraid our words,could seal the deal.

Holding back ourselves,stalling articulation,

Ebbing the growth,that could’ve been set in motion.

Fretting the repercussions,            we stall it from efform.

Killing the freedom,of a luciform.

Afraid cause we know,                        If we say our bit.

We,ourselves,                                    will have to face it….

But say it! So the universe,               Can hear your honest intent.

Cause you can’t expect a reply,to a letter you never sent.

May not be a soliloquy,                some words,just a few

Someone,probably is waiting,       Just for your cue…..:

For When we choose not to voice,      what we feel inside,

With our very own self,                     We fail to abide.  

We lose that moment,               Which could have been our very own,

Never ever to come back,forever gone.

If u won’t tel,                                    How Will the other,ever know?

How can They reap,what you won’t even sow…..?!

And with those unsaid words,          A part of you too,evaporates.

While On the other end,       Probably someone stil waits…….