Poetry: Emotions

Emotions

Though they say, one express best,
on going through some harsh times.
The polychromatic life puts you through test,
You are left with no situation that rhymes!

Those harsh moment, when one loses credence.
They don't see fear, but call the act as craven!
expecting love, but are left with grievance,
And you get atrocities, as they flock around like raven.


People would pontificate,
About emotions, that your heart doesn't know.
Rapacity, what their words indicate
Emotions you hide, never to show.

By the time,you comprehend, you can't really do the ratiocination.
Yet all you can do is to give your best Emotion.'

Poem by : Geetanjali Mali & Arjuun Sahay

Comments

  1. Veena17 December 2013 at 15:30

    Emotions are reliable indicators of what is really going on inside of us. Emotions dissipate and slowly disappear if you feel them.
    Nice lines...Arjuun Sahay

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  2. Unknown17 December 2013 at 15:32

    In this fast life. Emotions are called as signs of weakness. Yet they are the thing by which we connect to others. Thanks Veena.

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  3. Unknown18 December 2013 at 16:02

    beautifully expressed :) bt i think emotions never make any sense if no one valued them... hehehehe...:

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  4. Unknown18 December 2013 at 16:25

    Yes, rightly said. But the problem is finding the right person who we can share those valuable feelings.

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  5. Unknown18 December 2013 at 20:19

    i agree with u but its really difficult to find the same. nd how can u predict whether (s)he will understand u nd respect ur emotions..!!!

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  6. Anonymous30 December 2013 at 11:58

    Mr. Flattered, its lovely...:)

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