Somethings are Better Left Alone…

People are getting tired of asking what’s wrong,

and

She is running out of nothings to tell.

 

In herself, she carries a fire,

A fire of words, of feelings,

of emotions, of stories.

 

Somethings, she will never be able to open up about.

Inside they burn her,

Outside they are nothing more than a wandering smoke.

 

How to fix this,

How to begin…or

Even from where…

– aak92

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Finding Peace on a Rainy Day

Closing her eyes,

She raised her head,

Into the wind,

And felt it flit across her face.

 

Reaching her soul,

It made her forget,

All the worries, that were bringing her distress.

 

A little drizzling joined the breeze,

Falling on her face, and bringing out the smile,

Enabling her to feel the peace.

 

Inside and out,

She felt it all.

Inside and out,

She felt free.

– aak92

I was trying to write something where I can show you and can make you feel about the weather and how it affected me rather than just state about it.

This is my first shot at this. Do tell me how did I do.

Are you feeling it? :/

Anonymous

 

You say, I am quite easy to read

Because I am nothing but an open book

If that’s so,

Then why do you keep getting me wrong?

 

You see only what I let you

You only see the outside me

The side, I show to the world

The other, I keep under wraps

 

There is a complexity inside

How deep it goes,

Even I can’t tell

Then how can you?

 

You think you know me well

Think again, pal

I might be an open book

But you aren’t just reading me right.

– aak92

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