In the deepest corners of my mind, there is a space reserved for questions
A few thousand unanswered questions, if not more
Questions asked, yet never answered –
maybe they were irrelevant, maybe I didn’t ask them right
Some I was too afraid to voice – what if I didn’t like what they had to say, what if the truth was better left alone??
Some I didn’t know how to frame – not because I lacked the words, rather the emotions felt alien
Many I didn’t get a chance to express, they lay forgotten, unsaid –
By the time I found them again, too much time was lost & so was their essence
Some haunting ones, I often whispered in the dead of the night
A half crazed litany of questions uttered with fervor
Praying to the universe for an enlightenment that never came
On lonely nights, I often wander into this corner of my mind
And wallow in the heap of unanswered questions and wonder
If they will ever see the light of the day?
And I just smile at the irony and let it all be
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