The Unspeakable Poem by Subrata Ray

The Unspeakable

I want to say you something,
Thou nothing comes up in the saying,
An uncaught bubble of feeling,
Beyond the horizon launches its wings.

What it is and why it haunts, ?
I muse and muse in confused times,
And no answer could I get,
From the wallet of my hundred rimes.

Where from the awe-causing suspense comes,
And how the infatuated adoration stretches,
Are still to me a gravitational hang,
Ah! That unspeakable I could not utter,
Though in my psychic you are ever sung.