leaf
wind
motion
stirs silence
until stillness opens
something unsaid drifts through the air
_.._ the dark thin arc of night cut sharp against the dark, a silver slice holding everything
.' .-'` I never voiced. The sky leans close listening for the quiet inside me. I walk beside
/ / the curve feeling its pull--a soft gravity made of longing. Stars drift around its edge like
| | like thoughts I meant to release. The crescent keeps them gathered in its half-light
\ '.__.; hollow. I lift my hands toward the arc hoping it will widen into truth. But it stays
'._ _.' narrow, guarded, a blade of silence. I follow its pale shimmer through the hush
`` of the world trusting that even a sliver of light can open.
We say so much
That so much more
Is left unsaid.
And it seems to me
We often speak
Just to cover, truth
In a mountain of words.
And that is why
So much gets said
That so much more
Is left unsaid.
lines drift out,
shaping what is not~
form becoming
its own trace,
a motion held between things
that never appear
Lying by the window pane
Staring at the Great Unsaid
Watch the evening fall again
Too serene, couldn’t I instead
Read a book of highest thought
That would move me back and forth
Over the old Moon I’d float
Going home to sinful earth
Then I’d tell you how it went
All your questions be replied
Lots of photos I would send
You shall keep them well archived
But with sorrow my heart’s fraught
There’s no exit from this stage
By the Great Unsaid I’m caught
Like a blackbird in the cage.
The shadow and the silence have a heavy way of staying,
When the words we need to whisper are the ones we’re never saying.
It’s a quiet kind of heartbreak, this hiding in the grey,
Waiting for a sunrise that feels a world away.
I’m tired of the secrets and the corners of the room,
Where every honest feeling is smothered in the gloom.
I want to see the colour, the truth behind your eyes,
Without the heavy curtain of a thousand thin disguises.
True love isn't meant to be a ghost beneath the floor,
Pacing in the hallway, afraid to knock the door.
It needs the open window and the courage of the spark,
because I cannot find the way to love you in the dark.
Keep it to yourself boy
whatever it is keep it
unsaid.
So many times I wanted to speak out
to criticize what felt wrong...
Probably would regret it
a few moments of harshness
with words sharp and strong
cutting down foolishness perceived.
Silence with a shrug.
Not my business, not my time, not my problem.
No opinion just ease into neutral
live and let live, if there is trouble
look away eyes closed. Problems are never
what they seem.
Mumbling now and then, a way to let off steam
no one understood, just laughed at me.
Mumble Jumble guy he is.
At school I was the turtle boy, pulling my
sweater over my head to disappear.
Mocked and hit but strangely safe
in a shell within my mind. Secured.
Recluse not shy. I talk, I speak, stay involved
enough to pass as normal. But never really say anything.
Spoken but unsaid are my words.
Hidden are my thoughts.
Secret are my feelings.
I would like to express myself in a rhythm of
poetic phrases but its best unsaid.
Some intimacies are quite unique,
where two hearts mature together,
enmeshed in a web of love.
Guiding each other
with the light in the eyes.
Hope, in the dreams becoming one,
guess, that’s what makes separation harrowing.
Pain is caused not because of two hearts separating,
but one being ripped apart.
Yet, there lies magic in those memories.
They can bring two hearts
yet closer spanning the miles in seconds.
©Chitra Arun
Fences yet to mend ,
Will they look the same again ?
Time stains, warps, and bends .
You didn't say goodbye when you walked out the door.
You didn't say you didn't love me anymore.
You didn't tell me what was going through your head.
I guess you thought it was better to leave some things unsaid.
You didn't say there was someone else on your mind.
You didn't say that I was just a waste of time.
You didn't tell me before you decided to go,
that there were some things you didn't want me to know.
So, I won't tell you that all I do is cry.
I won't tell you I miss you more as each day passes by.
I won't tell you that I wish I were the one instead,
to hold you close and whisper softly all those things left unsaid.
There once was a lady
confined to her bed.
The other alternatives?
Best left unsaid.
She’d danced with the demons,
the belle of the ball.
Kisqali, Abraxane,
she’d sampled them all.
Enhertu played tango
at least for a while
Til Master Trodelvy
tapped in with a smile.
Exhausted, she holds off
the devil in red;
what he has in mind
is best left unsaid.
No, she’ll take the bridegroom
when he comes to call,
For he sees her beauty
though wasted and small.
And I’ll let him have her
though I’d be remiss
to send her off heavenly
sans one last kiss.
Though I’d like an answer
a voice in my head
says although you can, sir
it’s best left unsaid.
let on to secrets
I wish I had never heard
lured by twitch of ears
eyes wide open beg to know
best to leave, to leave it be
a single glance
holds more than spoken words—
a tether stretching across time,
tight with what we never voiced and told,
humming like stars we name but never touch.
She rose at dawn
and laid the mat,
not from longing,
but from old habit.
She bowed, then sat,
hands curled in form,
but the heart lagged—
a breath behind.
Whispers once lush
now stumbled dry—
echoes of names
once called with fire.
The tasbih clinked
without intent,
rolling bead by bead
without a soul.
She used to plead,
soaking her sleeves,
but now she blinked
and called it done.
Ameen, she mouthed—
not out of hope,
but in fear of what
silence might mean.
Her faith remained,
tired and thin,
folded like cloth
kept from the sun.
She loved her Lord—
but the fire dimmed
in the hurly winds
on dusty paths.
And so she kneels,
devout and hushed,
with prayers unsaid
threading her tongue.
One day, she hopes
her tongue will stir,
and her lips will lift
to pray aloud again.
Haiku
A season is over
Golden leaves softly fall
The breeze is absent
Bushes have blooms
Intact but covered in dust
The town waits for storm.
Indoor plants sag to
Sorrowful for no reason
Longing for freedom
Umbrellas await
Know their duty is coming
They have the courage
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