Torn between saying what I think and looking to what I say

Like fire and matches, it is dangerous, but I like the words with which you play 

They touch my soul in so may ways

I apologise to be quiet and I’m sorry for my silence 

I sometimes enjoy that brief moment of loss of words and a funny confusion

So good to see this alliance of wordless thoughts and the raging mind 

With a strange satisfaction of it all being on the inside 

I have too much to tell you so I keep the restless words hidden instead

I don’t expect you to read between the lines

It’s not really a chain or a bind

Maybe a choice to forget and an attempt to remind 

Don’t ask me to listen, I always am

Maybe someday I’ll tell you and you’ll help me understand 



– Shreya Gupta (