Silent Yearning Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

In the quiet hush of night, where dreams dare not tread,
I lie awake, heart heavy, tangled in my bed.
A friend, so dear, our bond like moon to the sea,
Yet silence stands between, a wall of pride, you see.

Each night we share, words flowing like a stream,
But tonight, my friend, it's a silent, lonesome dream.
Ego's grip is tight, keeps my heart at bay,
Wishing you'd reach out, to chase my blues away.

Stars whisper secrets, but none that bring you near,
I long for your message, a sign that you are here.
Sleep evades my eyes, in this cold, restless night,
Hoping you'll break the silence, make everything right.

Oh, if only you knew, how I miss your voice's tune,
Your words, a soothing balm, under the silver moon.
But pride is a cruel master, keeping us apart,
I yearn for your call, to mend this aching heart.

So here I wait, in shadows deep and still,
Dreaming of your message, to bridge this silent hill.
For though my pride is strong, my love for you is vast,
I hope you'll be the first, to let this silence pass.