UNSEAL THE CLOSET

UNSEAL THE CLOSET... 
In  a grayish state of  mind, trying to distract myself…as I try putting my things back to their places in our messed up room…I see a  crumbled piece of paper hiding itself in the corner…

Sometimes your own writings come as a surprise to you and best still when you need to learn from them the most…

“Whenever I suppressed...

  It intensified the blast”

Unseal The Closet

Bottled my thoughts …

Tried keeping them under severe knots….

Conceived that the eyes and ears should do the talking…

Even GOD stood at the closet of my heart, knocking

But I  preferred to zip my tongue

Better to keep silence in a song , everyone sung

Ran from being clicked..

Ran from being talked about...

Loved to observe…

 wished to be different from the crowd..

 Didn’t ever feel that an inch about all I said above is misfigured …

Wasn’t ever ready for ideals for my LIFE to flicker

But the four letter word had mysteries planned…

Amazed I stood in GOD’S  witness stand…

Wasn’t really easy to twist  my  bottled seal..

“Why words to express ,what I feel…??”

May be merry  and zeal…

Also suppressing  the worst I feel..

 Bottled my thoughts…

Tried keeping them under severe knots…

By now…to the cork, the bottled thoughts had touched…

Making the cork un-clutched…

I made this moment to pause…

Each moment… an encounter with my flaws..

What I saw was erratic…

The seal had weakend, the notch did break…

Oh Jesus, I felt my  life at stake…

Bottled was my mind…

What was pushing to  ooze out, was my peace…

I saw it begging at knees…

No longer could the moment be paused…

And as u read this…a moment  more has crossed..

And hence  it blew off..

Though the blast resounded..

But From within…noises went off…

If only I could, in that bottle, had made a pin hole..

If I could have sneaked a little into  my very own  soul

If the needle of the clock could be reversed…

The bottled thoughts would have skipped d the  sudden outburst…

If I would have disclosed, a part of what I genuinely feel...

May be the little untouched wounds,would have healed…

Bottled were the thoughts…

Severe were the knots…

But who suffered…??

There in HIS  COURT...god whispered to me:------

May be a felt smile, full of zeal.....

Why subdue the thoughts , “reveal…”

 Though rarely, but  do Loosen the seal..

Pour out an expression of what u feel….

Because:------

Through those mere syllables..,

the world reads u…

 For some, it means a silent blink..

 but also define this silence for few..

Cause it Brings u closer to the ones already dear…

Sometimes an expression missed …and what remains is a speechless tear…

A speechless tear…

Life does not give you second chances…either you pick it up or life picks at you…

(  Dedicated to my  three introvert friends…)