Sometimes these feelings inside me, tickle so hard at the core in my body, physically. But where ? I don’t exactly know.
Somewhere beneath my head ? or perhaps knocking under the chest ! but it does, and frequently.
The feelings; like those waves that hustle from middle of the ocean and counter it’s shore, and repeatedly.
Like those fruits and leaves falling from a tree, these feelings shall never be grounded forever.
These thoughts they vanish for some moments, some days and sometimes a year in the middle of nowhere. May be, they fly by the wind of time and the circumstance….
But, I believe its a long long-way for the ocean to dry and turn into land.
And I believe, those fruits and those leaves shall keep on shedding till the tree stands.
'Let me write the instance confronting the death and I shall be the happiest man leaving', that's how I feel about writing.And about the Poetry; " His poetry, like your floating clouds of feeling, are but the blue drops of raining thought. To heal those pains of convention and fear; Nothing but the truth and nature to share."
The first day when I met you Its a feeling I cant forget All those my silly feelings Which I shared I knew that you never Wanted to hear My love for you was, an undying flame And once I
“Oh lord my eyes dried by warmth of regret “ “Pouring rain angainst by seeing ground and pebbles strain effect “ “I got aspirations too high “ “Torture ache is sharp as dagger mordant in nerves feel die” “Feelings cannot
A walk in the garden, Your warm hand in mine. The sound of silence Fills the air. Listen, can you hear it? A butterfly tiptoes across a rose petal, A breeze carries a baby’s cry, This is God talking to
Like a wisp of smoke A dream returns to me. The memory, though fading, Brings a feeling of warmth. Two little girls, Playing in the sun. One with red hair, The other with sparkling eyes. I’ve traveled the world, It’s
If we feel weird about it Why not say it? If we feel happy about it Why not show it? If we feel bad about it, Why do we oppress it? If we feel desirous about it, We do we
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