My Dearest Poem by Subashini Ravichandran

I sit down to write you a letter,

to put my thoughts into words,

to string my emotions together,

all those that are bottled in deep



Fresh roll of papers awaiting print,

shiny pen ready to spill out alphabets

or hard furniture ready to the story,

do not summon a paramount courage



Looking through the broken window,

even the sun looks to have lost interest,

and moves slowly to other side, thinking

the words will never get woven together



Another paper, another day will roll by,

while I strive to pour the warmth and shine,

hoping for the boldness to acknowledge outside,

what I almost you tell everyday, every moment



Is it the fear of admitting the vulnerability,

the hidden danger of not getting the same,

or is it just something that cannot be said,

but ought have to be lived to be perceived



While I still rummage my heart and soul,

hoping to arrange the brimming thoughts,

wishing to convey all that is living inside,

I only manage to pen down "my dearest"