Secret

Ssh! You will do your best to keep this secret with you. Don’t ask me what this is for. Don’t ask me how long this shall be on. Don’t ask me anything as for now. This is a secret. And this is a promise to keep the secret buried in me, forever. 

I moved on to the next chapter of my life. However they only seemed interested to revise. The old pages of the birth of a secret were well hidden. Yet the reasons for why the secret hissed in me was too written. I could half tell them as well, in whatever I speak. And lie the rest of my abridged and corrupted speech. For I have a secret that I can never share with you. For I have something hidden that happens to be a part of me and you. Remember, once you had reasoned the lie that I had spoken? I froze at that moment in fear of your smartness. Trust me, not that I had doubted your intellect. Yet I hated you to trigger a way for an old buried secret. You bullied me many a times, called me dumb, unfathomable and imbecile. Little did you care now to find a reason for my actions. So I made you the villain in my secret confessions.

This secret is the snake that dwells in my heart. This secret is the hidden meaning I put through in my arts. It hisses everyday, sometimes bites my inner self. That is when I freeze outwards, obvious in fear, drenched in sweat. It longs to move out, it longs to set free. I have unreasonably captured it but I have no choice but let it be. 

With onset of age, I had begun to analyse myself. What the child had called ‘a secret’ was no more willing to stay. As a child, I was thrilled to have one. As a grown up, I am ashamed to have one. So this day, I did! I teared open my heart to reveal this snake. The angry, sad and supressed words hustled to get out of the way. You look at me confused for you have no words to say.

Will you now realise that this is how I lived all this while?

Will you now realise that you were the one unreasonable all this time?

At least now I am free to complete my speech. There is liberty and truth in whatever I speak.

Although the years of suppression, I thank the snake every morning. Yes, it taught me to speak less and focus on my doings. 

O! Little secret, I’ve had a piece of you… Now I am free and to my own self true.