Smile,
Broken on the edge.
It leaves bitterness...
Sometimes chokes the gut,
When forced too hard.
Whisper,
It would remain unheard,
Even when my lips meet yours.
It will die in ignominy,
Even after speaking the truth.
Screams,
Mistaken you are my love,
For, I am yet to scream,
Not the noise
That drums in my heart.
Neither the pain
That is hot in my breath.
It's yet to come.
Silence,
It used to be the eternal bliss,
Now,A mere lack of words,
Sometimes,
lack of feelings
And often, the death of an innocent wish
