Feelings don’t make sense…
Feelings don’t have to make sense
But, they make home deep inside and build a fence.
Sometimes they make us soft, sometimes cruel and sometimes fill us with rage.
Putting shackles around us they bind us in a cage.
We walk on fire with tears in our eyes, but smiling gaily we bear every strife
With bruises on heart we cross the ocean for the person who’s holding a knife.
Sharp like a needle they pierce every inch of skin…pain becomes a wallow
Left no difference between sanity and insanity…every thought they just swallow.
As it’s said, they make no sense, making us feeble they kill us inside…
Unable to express, I write them down, make a pile, lock them up and hide.
With no escape, they diminish for a while…just with a spark resurrects the flame of desire
Every time leave me wishing, just like I burn the penned desires…
I wish I could set the feelings too on fire.