FEELINGS. .

Sensitivity

~~(Why on Earth did you gave me just this much sensitivity? Why can't I live like a 'Normal person'?)~~

My feelings are not visitors

They are ruthless tenants

They have occupied my heart

And don't leave- however much I beg them.

To sleep,it is so difficult

But, easier in comparison to live

Do I want to die?

I don't know but its cumbersome to continue the show.

The weight of the thoughts

that my little head has stored-

I can bear no more,

I want to let go the shore.

Fear resides inside, that

Every good thing has a flip side.

Heavens, Hell what do I seek?

Why did I become this meek?

Let some warm blood flow in my vein

Let me have strength to break this chain.

I am the prisoner and the prison itself,

The Jailor is me, so nobody can help.

Once in a while, these thoughts paralyze me

I am so sick but you can not see.

I will smile till I could smile no more,

I will try to knock on Hope's door. .

BY: Rashmirekha Pandit :)