The Silent Letter

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,

Such was my sentiment too, till last summer's fall.

Words have never failed me before as they do now,

Why should this happen to me and how?

Now this has me staring at an empty piece of paper,

That carries my message of love in a silent letter.

A story that foretells the beginning and the end,

Of messages I wrote but never sent.

The presence was always felt but never seen,

Until it came in to being, as it was meant to be.

With fear I hold in my hand an empty piece of paper,

That will carry my message of love in a silent letter.

A restlessness grows in me, waiting to be free,

Free from doubts and questions, ere all that I be.

Day turns to night, as the cold wind blows by,

As my feeble mind concocts all scenarios amidst sighs.

Such is the state of my mind as I am writing on an empty piece of paper,

That shall carry my message of love in a silent letter.

Who is to say of the words I may use one day,

To conquer someone's heart.

That on a rainy day I may be left stranded,

With the broken pieces of my own heart.

But with hope I write on an empty of piece of paper,

That will carry my message of love in a silent letter.