My Heart Never Said

'Speak out, preach out', is what my heart says...

I pondered upon it while sitting under the tree, I always lay...

But the question arises, that who will be there to listen and stay.

'Would this tree be there?' is silence of night under the whispering pines...

When my heart mummers secrets, in between the lines.

A lot of secrets here, caries the unsaid ahead...

For the deepest truths are those, my heart never said.

In the rhythmic beats of my laughter and muffled cries...

There is a little me, always collapsing between the lines.

She is always scared of what is ahead...

Which is why there are unspoken dreams... 

Those my heart never said.