I don't know why;

I don't know why we met;

the cause is still unknown.

Some words are still unspoken,

some things are still behind which,

need to be wrapped up.

I don't know why we escape;

It's been nights that, 

I'm trying to find us by turning,

the memories of our conversation.

It's been long that,

the heart and mind,

are closed in a cave.

I don't know why we hide;

Be it dark or light.

deep down in the heart,

we individually cope,

with our inner sorrow and pain.

Why can't we let them 

bind into words

and just confess?

I don't know why we hesitate;

Is it our fear of courage

or do we really have enough 

to loose something beyond

our range?

I don't know why we deny so much;

Is it so difficult 

to choose us

or do we want to make our

own individuality enough?

Just wonder someday;

meeting all the unanswered,

coming out of escapism,

facing the hidden denials,

and breaking this bridge

of hesitation ridge.

-Satarupa Upadhyay