
You will never be heard
if you continue
to ruminate
on all of your silent words.

Is not only for the weak.
Words that are measured.
Have an impact

So many thoughts,
Yet not a word.
Thoughts are mine,
Not my place to say it out loud.
Or that’s what I thought,
Till my mind became cluttered.
Now, I am in a fix.
How do I say it out?
Or do I say it out at all?
How do I maintain my sanity?

So free in the mind like birds.
But as they make it to the mouth,
There comes a doubt
Of the consequence,
That they never go beyond

Without even a blink.
Like a soft board,
All my thoughts I hoard.
What I speak,
Is not tongue in cheek.
Selective speaking has its own power,
Absolute need of the hour!

Keep your thoughts to yourself.


But I choose to remain silent.
Sometimes silence is better


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