The questioning I face
strike me with a force.
Keep quiet though difficult,
to avert confrontations.
I can be heartless.
Retort and inflict
hurt. But remain silent
to maintain harmony.
The introspection spins
and hits. For a moment
I wobble. Gathering ,
I sit dumb and reconcile.
i try to iron out
the external mishap
swear not to destroy
peace and goodwill.
Doing so all these years,
I forgot the heart within,
lies shattered, bleeds
liken to stop in quick.
Meenas Poems 