I Don't Feel

I don’t feel anything and I don’t cry anymore,

Strong am I or am I not, as those who cry don’t

Get the shore.

Not mine, but its the tested feeling of the wise ones.

To be their part, my crying tendencies I need to shun,

And carefully must I fill my virtues cart.

Giving it up is all worth it, Rest the risk of being

Labeled immature and spent; then I’ll be done!

I don’t feel anything and I don’t think what is here now

And what is in store,

Positive thoughts are now welcome and worries I presently

Abhor,

Then why the thoughts of ‘what is mine’ and ‘what is

yours’?

Still the ponderance on what could have been my destiny

And others for which I am not sure.

I don’t feel anything and I don’t long for Friends- past,

Present and future’s door.

So many destinations and much individual paths to follow,

Relations are though fulfilling even now and not hollow.

Then why the pain of inherent distances & sadness, every

Time I have to swallow?

Emotions for created and pre-existing relations present

Even in these moments’ swing,

Meetings are still special, as we share a joyous hug,

a cheerful ‘Hello’ and a naughty wink.

I don’t feel anything and happiness & wait for my desires

Is now mellow,

Minimal the expectations and more the space, is the key to

More peace and less sorrow,

Perfect formula for all smiles, as tears I too don’t wish to

Borrow.

I forwent so much, yet I fear the same meadows,

Why my eyes still well up and lips convey elation,

When the sun shines bright, or a heart becomes narrow,

Why the prolongation of this gravitation?

-Charu Bhatnagar

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