Stone-Hearted

They say I'm stone-hearted,

And that cold blood runs in my veins.

"Am I?" I ask myself by the window

Staring out as it rains.

They say I can no more feel;

As they look at my placid face.

And the whispering continues for some more time,

As I return an icy gaze.

On long and sleepless nights,

I toss and turn in the bed.

And ponder on the question again

Overthinking on thoughts left unsaid.

Suddenly I become aware

Of the presence of my own heart.

As its faraway voice tries to tear apart

The blanket of betrayal, with which it lays covered.

Not all feelings have words,

As is true the other way round.

I can still feel it, but alas!

With reluctance, my emotions lay bound.

So, I do try to show my love and the fact

That I'm not as "cold-hearted" as perceived.

But can you too feel the way I feel?

(Or will my feelings continue to remain concealed?)