Unrequited

Deep, deep inside me

I nurse a truth.

Shielded from the world 

With thorny shrubs.

Concealed with loose earth. 

Barricaded with rocks.

A moat thereafter, with a drawbridge locked.

No lights inside,

Lest it be revealed. 

A precious secret 

Of a heart 

Lost in vain.

Longings of lonely nights

Dressed in robust colours 

During the day.

Craving to hear some sweet words, 

A warm voice,

Comforting,

A strong arm to rest my head.

To gaze into his eyes

And lose myself 

In the throes of passion 

Lasting through the night.

Till sleep shuts out such thoughts 

And fatigue takes charge.

The heart cannot be heard.

Its voice must be stilled. 

For many a soul

The heart beats alone.

Unheard. Unfelt.

Just a mass of blood 

Hiding deep secrets.