UNSEEN UNFELT UNWRITTEN....

The pages of my book were unwritten

The ink of the my emotions was jammed in, inhibition

I knew, where my words were locked

But the key was put on a clock

The arms which were ticking towards that moment

That one moment....which would wing the words

And they would fly in the sky of my pages like birds...

Empty pages were fluttering with the wind

Because they had no weight of the words from the heart

The book was longing to be wrapped in the ink

Like I was longing to feel the weight of emptiness, from the start...

When that moment glanced

Like a soft breeze on my face

I saw, I felt the silence that was masked

And slowly revealed the trace

The traces of those birds

Which in the book were unheard

That moment voiced my pages

With the sound of all those images

Which I let surpass with the years

And were hidden under the cover of tears

The rain was predicted by the time

Poured on my skin

And I felt my words pouring from inside, were mine

I had to emboss them on my book to give it to the angel in crimson

The pages of my book are written

Written with the ink of an emotion spelled as love

Love...I knew would amend all the wrong

And put that thundering storm to the calm

Just had to feel it within

And just a little sparkle on my pages..."UNREAD AND UNSEEN"