Feelings
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
As we become its crafter...
Beautiful the anger
Cute its smile...
Travelling along
To achieve the mile...
We always dive them
Happily and the healings...
We smile with shyness
To describe them as 'Feelings'...
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
As we become its crafter...
Beautiful the anger
Cute its smile...
Travelling along
To achieve the mile...
We always dive them
Happily and the healings...
We smile with shyness
To describe them as 'Feelings'...
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