UNSPOKEN PAGES

Alone at the back of the bus,
A world of thoughts, a quiet fuss,
The strange girl, a distant spark,
No one noticed her light in the dark.

I saw you there, my heart yearned,
For a moment shared, for bridges burned,
Yet your gaze remained on the page,
In spiral-bound notebooks, like a sage.

But oh, how I wished you would see,
The words I wrote in my heart, set free,
The truth between lines, a whispered plea,
For a connection beyond what eyes can see.

In the ink you spill, emotions seep,
Through the pores of your soul, secrets keep,
We could unravel the night, be complete,
Watch black and white movies, our hearts entreat.

Together we'd sip tea, in rhythmic trance,
And dance to the melodies of life's sweet dance,
If only you took a chance, my dear,
Instead of being trapped by doubts and fear.

In the classroom, with head inclined,
Writing on an iPad, a world confined,
I wonder, do you taste life's savory feast?
Or merely consume it, your hunger increased?

I long to reveal my hidden plight,
That I too write, with all my might,
But timid and shy, my voice concealed,
In silent notes, my desires revealed.

So here I remain, silently enthralled,
To unspoken pages, my heart is called,
Alone at the back of the bus we ride,
Two souls connected, yet worlds divide.

But maybe one day, the wind will blow,
Whispering our secrets, and we'll both know,
That beneath our quiet exteriors reside,
Two writers, longing to be side by side.

Imran Nazeer

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