A Million Unspoken Words

A Million Unspoken Words

In a dark closet lies an old brown box,Unrevealed.
Amassed with a million unspoken words.
Its like a dusty bottle of old red wine,
the older the better they say.
Forced to stay inside by a rubber cork.
It smells of guilt that has grown with time.
I have vivid memories of a placid river
that overflowed over its banks.
Suddenly the river had disappeared.
Standing there by its naked levee,
I questioned its absence .
Was it the sun that sucked the stream ?
Or was the river inhaled by its own insecurity?
All I have is an old brown box,
amassed with a million unspoken words.

-Written by 

                                                                                               

 Omkar Potdar Musician/Songwriter