in ,

A song unheard..

A song of mine,

No more than a line,

Lies entangled in a

Web of untold thoughts –

Half shrivelled under the weight of memories

That have  sprouted since  you bade me Goodbye.

Perhaps, you never heard it :

For I never sang it, when you were there.

Instead, I let it hang  loosely, in the spaces

Between our words,

Waiting for it to stream forth

On a moonlit night

When the candles would cease to burn.

When you faded away

Into an elusive emptiness  

The goodbye you whispered

Drowned the music in my soul.

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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

An Ode to Self!💚

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