These Unsaid Words Poem by Sandhya Suri

There exists no opportunity
But tell you I must
Whether you choose to hear or not
But tell you I must.

Thoughts tumble in my head
making and breaking alliances
raindrops still held onto leaves
After a shower, sometimes, forever,
sometimes dropping
to merge with reality.


Deep throaty laughter
Lifts my spirit
Nudges it to play truant
in tandem with your pranks.

Glistening eyes that tell
of hopes gone awry
and a doggedness
that defies
to shrug it all
and triumph.

Copyright @Sandhya Suri 2009