Voidness…

A voidness, emptiness within,
Inexpressibly dreadful n’ scary,
Rousing overwhelming emotions n’ thoughts,
A feeling difficult to ignore…

© Felicity ‘@FlicShis

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The Language Little Understood…Tears Language…

 

There are words,
One will speak or write,
In various dialects,
Words a common language,
Well understood by many…
The words language…

There are expressions,
One may express,
On the face,
Those who see will see,
And get the meaning
Of these facial expressions,
The facial expressions language…

There are gestures,
Variously made signs,
Those who know and understand,
Will use them,
The sign language….

There are positions,
One may pose at,
Body positions,
With a meaning…
Those who know will interpret…
The body language…

There are looks,
Looks in the eyes,
One may make that look,
A look with a message,
Eyes may communicate something,
Something so deep…
I hear they don’t lie…
These windows to the soul…
The eye language….

There are tears,
Tears that flow,
Conceived in the depths of one being,
Birthed through the eyes,
Crying, Weeping, Sobbing…
Shedding tears…
A language on its own…
A language difficult to understand…
The tears language…

Feelings, thoughts inexpressible,
No other language will do,
But,
There is the tears language…
That they’ll pour out through….
People will not understand….

There is one, who holds,
The tears in a bottle,
Implying…
They have meaning,
Why else would they be stored?
He best understands,
This language,
The tears language….

© Felicity ‘@FlicShis

Emotional Turmoil…

 

I don’t know what to think,
I don’t know what to do,
No clue on how to handle this,
I don’t know how to react,
Choosing the avoidance option,
Though,
As sure as the sky is blue,
I’m just courting trouble,
At some point,
Got to face it,
Head on,
I don’t want to lose my cool,
I don’t want to break down,
Though I feel like crying buckets

Yesterday I said something about what happens when one comes across some writings after a long time, probably even forgotten that one ever wrote anything like it.

Reading the above poem, what does it make you think? I came across it in a document in my  archived files, and I post it here as is; no alterations. This is one of those items one can get to read after a long time and go like, ‘Well, there has been such times…triggering such thoughts as these…’ and at that, rousing various emotions….It reminds someone where they are coming from….

Dear Lord,

You know too well what I was going through as to write the above poem.I thank you that that was then.

© Felicity ‘@FlicShis

M&E;Moods and Emotions…

 

Like a pendulum’s oscillations,
Oscillating back and forth,
Motion being its constant,
Are moods and emotions…

Swing, swing, they go,
Without warning, they change,
On high one moment,
On low the next,
On other time, indefinite,
Highest possessed emotional intelligence,
Won’t control their variations,
Help manage, may be…

These Moods and emotions,
Always in constant motion,
Taking ones entire being,
To the highest peaks,
To the deepest depths,
To the haziest states,
What is one to do?
But let them be….

For everything that happens,
There is a season,
A season for happiness,
A season for sadness,
A season just being…
As each season lasts,
Take what it offers,
It’s rarely without lessons…


© Felicity ‘@FlicShis

Reverberations…

 

It’s all in my mind,
So clear yet, from a distance,
Your voice’ reverberations,
With attractive intonations,
In delightful, endless conversations

I hang on to every word,
As those joyous exchanges,
Freely make their waves,
Flooding me with memories,
Of precious, treasured moments

It makes me so sad
Reliving those instances,
I may be all smiles,
But, sad smiles,
They are just memories…

© Felicity ‘@FlicShis

On the Edge…

 

I don’t know what to think,
I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know how to react,
How to handle this,
I have no clue,
I may choose the avoidance option,
Though I well know,
As sure as the sky is blue,
That’s just courting trouble,
At some point,
Got to face it,
Head on,
I don’t wanna lose my cool,
I don’t wanna break down,
Though I may as well do,

I feel like a bundle,
Of emotional turmoils,
I’m on the edge…

© Felicity ‘@FlicShis

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