The Feelings

These are no colloquial feelings

Surrendered to the undeniable flow of life

They will float or sink

Or, reach some shore that resembles a shriveled grain

Rest there till sun shines brighter than reality

Even the shadows slant little lesser

For every fragment of thought is connected

They may appear to be cryptic to those uninterested

Living in a parallel world of unreal feelings

Vanquished, they sit in an uncultured throne

Nebulous eyes discriminate

Feelings are real and they begin a journey

Sailing through rough waters and turbulent air

Only to find brief comfort in darkness

Even the dull shore is too harsh for refuge

Feelings are lonely but universe’s child

~Amitav

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