Beyond the expectations, apart from the imagination...There is a place in our heart,which is always added to our everyday cart...Handling itself is an art! An art of handling our feelings...But this handling needs a lot of 'Handling with care'... It is because the feelings are just like a piece of glass..." If you preserve it, you reserve it "... Here is the poem I wrote thinking about them, the Feelings: I wipe out them For no reason... I swipe them At every season... Because I hide them I lie sometimes... I wipe them, Strengthening my high times... I sow them In the land of love... Flying high Just with the dove... Compromising them For someone, Living them is Being in heaven... They are smoothly touched, The Featherly moments... They are instantly broken, The glassy comments... The refusals and denials Conclude the worst... But many a times They protect from the rust... They get relieved With a bit of laughter... They get sighed ...
