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The Unsaid

"Now, however, there remain faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”—1Corinthians 13:13


Love, in its pure form is like a tree. Even though the people who plant it move apart, the tree remains and shares its shade for those gather around it. And the memory of the one's who had planted the tree remains.

Sometimes, the culture we live in, the moral and ethical background in which we are brought up, forces us to suppress the emotion of love. And we, due to the fear of being proved wrong in front of others, succumb, keeping the seed of the Tree unplanted, love unsaid. Those who keep it unsaid never think; after all one is not saying 'I hate you', but 'I love you'. 

“The Unsaid” is my new series of i-poems, discussing in depth the moment, when most of us choose not to reveal our love for another person, and the resultant emotional conflict that we all experience. One thing is sure, when love remains unsaid, it gives rise to multiple possibilities too, along with all the pain and conflict. 
"The Unsaid" starts below...

First

The Unsaid is the distance,
Dreams, love, hopes and my tears.
It’s my sin, revelation and redemption.
It’s that moment too when,
You met me saying something, unsaid. 

Comments

deeps said…
A lot of tension and trouble would evaporate if we let out that YES when we want to say yes and NO when we want to say no…
Nice thought…
ANULAL said…
The two crucial words in love!
Will be looking forward to your series of poems about the what ifs in love :)
ANULAL said…
Thank you so much..
AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said…
Once again.. u rocked with a short post.. very effective.
ANULAL said…
Thank you Abhilash! Good day!!!
Terri said…
Yeah! another series of i-poems...
You have started out brilliantly!
ANULAL said…
Thank you Tia. Bug hugs!!!

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