Desperate Secrets !

My heart is an ocean of secrets,

Deep dark secrets, buried in-depth,

Of mysteries of confusion and fear,'

Of voices to be heard, of tears to be cried

Yet there is a silence,

A screaming hollow silence.

It feels as if I have a void in the chest,

A void full of emotional crumbs,

Avoid ready to eat or to be eaten.

I want to be heard without speaking,

I want to be felt without touching

I want to laugh without faking.

Am I happy? Am I sad?

Am I normal? Am I bad?

My heart is a volcano of truths,'

The truths which have the potential to burn dynasties,

The truths which have the potential to destroy relations,

The realities which can defame the personalities,

The truths which are highly active yet sleeping peacefully.

Yet I am an open book,

A book written metaphorically, hiding harsh realities behind the beautiful canvas,

I know how it feels to live with this water of ocean mixed with the volcano,

I know how it is to work in vain, to smile in pain,

I know how it feels to take a sleepless sleep.