Unwritten Story Poem by Sreeja Sreedharan

There's this thing in my mind,
The thing I want to spill.
Seeds of a story, looking for soil,
To root, to grow, to end my turmoil.
The story of a girl, the girl with grey eyes,
The lost soul, the one with no lies.
She's the clown, she's the friend,
She's your diary for secrets unknown.
The fire in me, burning away,
Whirling in my mind, thoughts, churning away.
'Write it', they say, 'write it down',
How? , I wonder, no story in place.
'Write it', it goes, my mind and my head,
'I vote', my heart chimes in, traitor unfair.
My music in place, my mind working hard,
I try to pen, agonize, lost for words.
The knowledge ingrained, deep down in heart,
There's this thing in my mind,
The thing I want to spill.
The story, my life, I see,
I hear, I feel, but no words, I fear.
Languished, depressed, i realize,
The story, my story, I know not what to say.
Eyes brimming with tears, I realize,
I know not what to share.
My mind wanders away, pain settling in,
My hopes plunge, takes a downward dive.
I fear I know not to share,
But I know I will see, when it's time for me.