Our Secret

The river flows softly from my bloodstained pen,
Carried by clouded whispers through the wind,
A thunderstorm had rained down when,
My heart upon the page I pinned.

I had always worn it upon my sleeve,
In the nude for all to see!
For there’s a part of me that dares to believe,
But I should have guarded it more carefully.

Now raindrops greet my empty paper sheets,
When the fruit ripens, is it more wise?
Truth’s texture on my tongue feels bittersweet,
With the new-found knowledge shall I rise?

The river flows softly from my bloodstained pen,
Carried by clouded whispers through the wind,
A thunderstorm had rained down when,
My heart upon the page I pinned.

My journals fill with the waterfall,
I am as calm as a stagnant sea,
I shall no longer bare it all,
For the entire universe to see!

But if you choose to read me in,
Between the lines of poetry,
To my inner thoughts I’ll let you in,
And we shall do it covertly.

©️lightbehindthecloud (Tejasvi Kashyap)

 

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