On the roads that we walk,
There are leaves that are shed,
From the trees once green,
Where flowers once bred,
With some voices that whisper,
But no memories in their head,
Every sound from the nature’s core says,
“Some words are better left unsaid”
In the minds of people,
There are ‘talks’ that rest,
With tingling in the stomach,
Stucked air in their chest,
Ready to burst out every word they hold,
They still want to be an egg in the nest,
Speaking high but telling low,
Some wish to see blue even in red,
‘I wish’ becomes ‘I want’ when they say,
“Some words are better left unsaid”
When blue sky suddenly appears red,
And birds flying instantly go dead,
When something inside haunts you to insanity,
And you are surrounded by questions of duality,
Can you still rise while the surface goes down?
Can you still blame time for destroying your town?
The words you decided not to be told,
On them, have you still got your hold?
When untangling the words raises you from dead,
Would you still say “Some words are better left unsaid”
©Varun K. Sharma
My Mind's Journal 
Yes some words are left unsaid, but many relish spilling them out
While others hold them in preferring not to shout,
And some they stay silent when maybe they should speak
And Bullies use them freely trying to make us weak..
Words are used in many ways Varun and loved the ones you used here, Im so pleased you didnt leave them Unsaid..
Sending you a thought ~Sue
Wonderful as always Sue 🙂
Very lyrical and Romantic. In fact, reminded me of P.B.Shelley.
That’s the biggest compliment Surinder. Thanks 🙂
Marvelous! I got myself lost into the words. And yes, agree some words are better left unsaid. Just feel them.
This is lovely and thought-provoking. And somehow, better than all the rest. Maybe because you (unknowingly) spoke my mind and I could relate very instinctively.
Good work! 🙂
Thanks Anwesha 🙂
Awesome work… inspirational words.
awesome !!!!!