Hidden Memories Poem by Puskar Sikdar

In a corner of the heart, brimming with unsaid emotions,
Unknowingly, parallel thoughts seek silent expressions.
In the farewell ache of a chapter marked "Pause, "
The soul revels in the warmth that words softly cause.

In the enchanted haze of an unfamiliar rhyme,
An emptiness paints the heart in a rose-tinted line.
With a vile, guilty childlike inquiry of shame,
This fragile tangle of feelings hides under no name.

A yearning for freedom gently stirs within,
The collected joys now blush in quiet chagrin.
In winds drunk with gloom, the naïve heart sighs,
Its healing song fades in the daylight's rise.

Without company, unspoken sparks arise,
The unknown surrounds—yet the heart never tries.
Counting the days in the echo of self-reflection,
Strange is this magic: silence more than confession.

Within the flesh and bone, the soul's shimmer glows,
In plastic identities, the canvas of mind now flows.
The flames of hidden memories light a vanishing track—
Let this lonely self just go… that's all I ask back.