Wish I could burn the feelings too!

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…

The fire inside me

I have fire in me and tranquility also resides. I have seen the nightmares which were once decorated dreams. I have lived in shattered pieces scattered over floor. I have walked bare feet over ignited coals in the name of love. I have survived even as bones, with sorrows eating my flesh. I have lived…