Framing It Into Words


‘Say something’

‘Anything’ I heard him plead,

He could feel us drifting apart inch by inch.

Tried my best I could but,

A low hum was all that I could manage,

Everything in me was holding me to constraint,

Caged within my thoughts I was,

Not in the state to put it all into words and frames.

Maybe, I was expecting some telepathy or some magic,

For I wanted him to understand and accept my silence.

Without saying a word,

I wanted to tell him that I need my peace

I wanted to tell him I wasn’t fine,

That How my solitude was banging on the door,

Screaming for me to comply to its wish.

That, I am sorry,

I can not offer you comfort.

For, I am too isolated,

To frame it all into words.