The untold
I wanna viel the untold.
Little my heart pleas
‘grant the solemn suit’.
I had never beckoned
but the dusky wind entwines my shadow.
My damsel self
reclines to ponder,
is hiding the truth
is equivalent to a lie? my grey matter rots, the fawn inside me turns lame, my puckered face justifies it though…
question still lingers on
the within compel has no heed
sometimes it asks me to stay sessile
other times it provokes me to whine
losing control in here
is me with every exhalation.
‘So intricate and yet so vivid.’
A knot in the epiglottis,
draws into the contours on my face,
The untold burden stoops me further,
I tried to speak
but was drowned by the assembling mob.
The noise, swear the bygone.
A relief ran through my veins,
damping my pulse rate,
satisfied drops of tear fell
as I buried myself into deep sleep.
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Sonal,
this is a striking poem and demands re-reading.
some points –
the in the opening line – I want to veil the untold.
“does hiding the truth
is equivalent to a lie” – change does to is.
The continuing long line: is that intended to be long?
“A knot in the epiglottis,
draws into the contours on my face,” – one among many good quotes,
Gion
thank you..
‘the untold’ is just to show that it is that particular thing which the writer had been hiding ..and the long line got posted in that manner was not done intentionally.
Liked the poem and what is being conveyed immensely.
Hearty commends…
“is hiding the truth
equivalent to a lie?
my grey matter rots,
the fawn inside me turns lame,
my puckered face justifies it though…
question still lingers on
the within compel has no heed” ……beautiful lines in the context.
Please note deletion of one “is” and breaking up of the lines
thank you so much…:)
A magnificent poem, structured well, Sonal.
@medhini, thank you for the comment,,:)