Shy Poem by lalitha iyer

It will break
yes, those words
when uttered
will disrupt
the alignment
the beauty and harmony
in the air
I can't lip them
they cost the beauty
of the inner feelings
a look is enough
but my head is held low
to face those looks
it's really a task
the emotional brooks
brook no interference
coiled within
the serpent hisses not
its time after lunch
it wont move at all
the prey swallowed
heavy is the heart
expose it is over
tell and the spell is lost
silence overflows
with abundance
yet you can fill it
more and more and more
silence is never saturated
its the lovely solvent
dissolving more and more
Air could bear only less
so many ears
yet, air could hear less
Silent and Shy
my feelings are hard to hold.