by Nandagopal T
Love, sometimes, is left unconfessed, for the fear of messing things up. Nandagopal T captures the emotions and the dilemma in a poem.
My heart harbours love in measures
Too deep to measure in your mind;
Too fraught with fragile treasures
To bring tranquil peace and find
Rhythms where none existed before
And troubles where troubles were;
Heightened by your touch, each time it tore
New places my heart never knew were there.
Surely sometimes you also did know
That your smiles and mine were mingling a bit;
Each time your cheeks took a faint glow
You set my heart racing and addled my wit.
Surprisingly we never confessed
To each other what we felt or did not;
Maybe I thought our lives would be messed
Up with silliness if it was not what I thought.
All silliness must be brought to a timely end:
We did ours by calling each other just friends.
Nandagopal T is an engineer from Tamil Nadu with a passion for all things literary. The thrill of having his written work published, he believes, exceeds every other sensation. One of his short stories was published as part of an anthology.
