Beauty of Feelings...

When I saw an artist painting, he chose only bright colour,

He painted all the happy moments,

Yet he was silent, deeply involved in his thoughts.

His paintings spoke - that he would do anything for his love,

It said he would empty the stars in the sky to make a beautiful neck piece for his love.

It said his love shone like a moon.

As I sat looking at those paintings,

I felt, why these artist's chooses only bright colours why not dark colours??

As those darkness kept me calm,

I lived happy in darkness.

Suddenly there was a strange feeling...!!

If all these artist's and lovers took away all the stars from the sky for their loved one's

How would a poetess like me communicate with my loved one???

The poison of feelings is slowly spreading in me,

But that poison itself is keeping me alive.

Though the knife has run on my wrist many times the scars are frozen to not to bleed.

Once when I asked him how much he loved me,

The sudden rainfall, asked me to count the rain drops to know how much he loved me..!!