Emotion is like the breeze which
Drags the sea to the shore,
Only to come back with another
Gracing our feet with another crop
A heart under lock,
Only beats to survive,
Not to live,
Because it does not expect any key
To true happiness
It beats anguish into the blood
It either kills instantly,
Or makes one a walking dead.
Yes, a heart could recede
Into the smallest corner of hades.
But it could gasp bits of audacity,
To the frontier of a fresh beginning,
Never dig a ground to bury your
Where no one could find to love,
Lest it bitter your emotions,
And wither your chances to true
In the glare of whatever claims to
Adore your heart,
Bounce back receding tides,
Go out- rageous.
Wobble the table with bolt cracking
Wet the atmosphere with cackling
Honor civil fantasies with reality,
Bounce back receding tides.