a sanctuary for the soul; remnants of emotions unspoken, unheard and may be deemed trivial. A kaleidoscope of feelings. Lofty sensations only a sensitive heart can fathom.
(Note: all the poems featured in my blog are my original compositions unless otherwise stated.)
Even so, Clutching these precious, imperfect aspects, I make mistakes, I can be brutally honest, Wearing my heart on my sleeves, But I can hide too, My vulnerability I'm afraid to show.
I like the voice in this poem, Sheila. It's the right kind of attitude that one should have. :)
ReplyDelete@vaishali: dhanyawaad sis... you are one of those people I know who understand these words.
ReplyDeleteHaha. Thank you, sis.
DeleteBut what's keeping you from writing for the blog these days?
Missing your posts on my dashboard.