There is so much to tell...

Everyone has in himself so many things to tell.
Sometimes its not the right person to tell.
Sometimes its not the right time to tell.
Sometimes its not the right medium to tell.
Many-a-times I am not in a mood to tell.
If I get in mood then either its not the right person or time or medium to tell.
In the end I feel there is so much left to tell.

Everyone has in himself so many things to tell.
It hurts when the heart is full and there is no one to tell.
The images are clear but the colours are too dark for someone to bear, so I fear to tell.
I thought the beer will let me forget all restrictions but the satisfaction of getting lighter was not there, as I was not in senses to feel that I was empty and there was nothing left to tell.
Should it be a girl, to empty myself and feel dear or should it be a boy, to buy him a drink and have a laugh at things which I feel so hard to tell.
Each passing day makes me stronger and mature, yet what fuels me is the quest for right combination of things to make me tell.
In the end again I feel there is so much left to tell.