In that room
when silence steps in
his gaze directs towards me.
He expects something
An undecipherable aspiration
An incomprehensible trust
My head tilted, I snatch some moments
When I look at him
perpetually looking at me
trying to search for an answer.
When I sit in silence and look back
I often fret over these moments
when I had nothing to say.
What is it that he wants me to say?
sometimes, perplexed and exhausted
I feel blessed that I had nothing to say.
We all have a saturation point
I have probably reached mine
He wants to push me further
But I think if I move a step further
I will fall off the cliff and
won’t have anything to say at all
But isn’t it better?
I stay silent because I fear to make mistake
But maybe I should jump off the cliff
And be remembered for taking a chance
For grabbing a chance when I did
Have something to say.