Unexpressed

It was one of those rare windy evenings in the cluttered cityscape
Driving at a sixty and I wish I could just escape
A series of showrooms passing by, brightened up the streets
And the bustling of the footpaths never seemed to cease

There is just so much of noise all around
Traffic, radio and all that jazz
Where is the music that my heart used to sing?
A weird sense of joy those notes used to bring

In the heart of the city I’m consumed by my own thoughts
Extricating myself from the besotted society's knots
I zoom out a bit and see a glimpse of what’s soon gonna be
I’ll be a changed person, stranger than the reality

And this life would also NOT be the same again
How I would miss you and the good times that just went
Ocean of golden moments – each one alluring me
Melting my heart and setting my soul free

I think of your smile and the voices of our laughter
Thinking of togetherness and those promises ever after
Memories are vanishing in the air like a sparkling smoke
This helplessness of not meeting you ever... I’m unable to revoke

Being far doesn’t mean my love and cravings are few
I think of calling and letting you know how much I miss you
But the brief conversation won’t be able to express of what I really feel
Sometimes a million words fall short of what we really need

Easier is to tell you of what I hear and see
Unspoken remains the true feeling I carry along with me
Only the superficial fake emotions - we're able to confess
But deep down the genuine ones …remain unexpressed!