Shh... It's a secret


I am not supposed to disclose,
I have to keep quite 
I have to die in the four
walls of my heart 
And keep the secret imbibed. 

I am not supposed to disclose
For it might raise fingers on me 
It might make him suffer 
and break my 'happy' dream.

I am not supposed to disclose 
The anger, frustration, hurt, pain, love, laughter and all those feelings insane,
I don't want to be part of this blame-game zone
I've to carry it till my grave. 

I am not supposed to disclose 
Even if I have sleepless nights 
For if I disclose, I would be judged of
Being a prostitute or an unfaithful wife.

I am not supposed to disclose 
I have a family to look for, 
I have a kid to inspire,
I have an entire life to live with my head held high. 

I am not supposed to disclose 
It's a secret growing in me 
It's a secret that suffocates 
That takes away the real me

I am not supposed to disclose 
But now it's like a time-bomb that is tick tocking in me, 
I might blast anytime,
So, sorry if I now fail to keep the secret in me. 

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