The unspoken words <br />They wielded the swords <br />They touched the heart <br />With hands of firmest parts <br /> <br />Between the sounds <br />Of syllable mounts <br />When the intervals began <br />When music ended, <br />When the decibels nilled <br /> <br />In the magic clasp of fullness <br />Yet nothing to hearts <br />That cant hear the beats <br />The crowd was noisy <br />But I was choicy <br />I learnt the meaning <br />Of unsaid hearings <br />The unspoken words <br />Spoke of living images <br /> <br />In the gap <br />Like the hips of gentle laps <br />Consuming the ocean of seconds <br />The silence filled in <br />Creeping with invisible gleam <br />The unsaid words stroked my heart <br />With untold comfort, I stretched my feet <br /> <br />Unspoken beauties <br />Untouched realities <br />All left unadulterated <br />By the taste of sundry pirated.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unspoken-words-4/
