There is a day,When we cannot find our way,
Cocooned in isolation,
We forget the celebration.
What we reap is what we sow,
Somewhat like the place where caterpillars grow,
In rough emotions,Trapped we feel,
For its the heart which brings the seal.
Shouldn't brain get any chance here?
After all heart rules in every sphere,
I choose being practical then,
Its better to be okay than feeling like rotten egg.
16 comments:
wow! this is just awesome. I like how its short yet interesting. nice :)
interesting..... :)
the thin line here is tht being practical is also highly dependent on perceptions which essentially makes it very hard to define!
There is a thin line between the two, mostly I follow my heart.
Loved the verse, excellent reading.
Yvonne.
Beautiful poem...I loved this line...Its better to be okay than feeling like rotten egg
True that! How long will you let your heart rule anyway. When there's no way out, you ought to get the head in the picture!
You cant really follow your heart and take your brain, you know. That's not how it works. If only it did...
Great lines!!
If Only it was easy t be that practical...is only the heart wasnt tht strong to overpower the mind!
Act like a lady, Think like a Man! :) Simple as that!
Beautiful composition, Sunakshi:)
Yes..
I agree with you...
I do this too..
:)
If only the heart understands! :)
Nicely written!
Excellent:)
<3
Love every line of this poem. o:
Wish hearts follow brains :-)
Love it! <3 <3 Short and simple!
Love
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