Grand was the morning
with a hot cup of tea
and a pleasant weather to suit
the day looked extremely cheerful
know not for what but with the intuition
that the day is going to give out an experience
or else release some remarkable gift
that would be cherished through life.
Instincts and intuitions do keep
these are truly the hallucination of the mind
working in a direction and visualising the same
hoping that is going to happen quickly and favourably.
if every thought converts itself into an action.
If every feel transforms itself into an experience.
if every emotion transcends into a poem
then beggars wold become kings
and 
Kings would look foolish.
Tag: emotion
Traumatic it is.
A predicament keeps on hustling me for years together,
Certain times it is as oppressive as myocardial infraction rather,
Other times it is felt, but less bothersome altogether,
Will I be able to fulfill it in my active years my thoughts gather?
Am I obsessed with that particular responsibility for long?
My wandering mind saunters aimlessly mostly along,
The path and the avenue I tread , I feel are wrong.
Let me tell you ,my heart sings a melancholic song.
Never had I been cowed down by such retributions,
Ordeals and hardships are part of my life attributions,
I pushed them out with deft designs and foolproof execution,
Let me tell you, my heart sinks into a dissolution.
Hundreds of plausible insights did cross in,
None of them coordinated with my standard to a thin,
I tried hard to go along with the tide adopting a daring spin,
Let me tell you, I was drowned midway in the chaotic din.
My plight has to be camouflaged with a tidy brilliance,
The despair in me tries to express itself in my countenance,
I struggle hard to suppress the emotions to befitting credence,
Let me tell you, my pretensions lend me a required balance.
With a beaming smile I go about my way of life,
With a full heart I carry on with my strife,
With a hope that I would overcome this grief,
Let me tell you, how traumatic it is , costing your half-life.


