separate the thoughts
from the myriad emotions
emotions maketh the man
separate the thoughts
from the myriad emotions
emotions maketh the man
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sentimental/
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i cried when i shifted homes
i sobbed when i changed school
i was sad when he didn’t write
i was woeful , an emotional fool
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i mourned the loss of my dog
i was miserable when i sold my car
i was unhappy when i saw a beggar
hungry and thirsty outside a bar
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the tears rolled down endlessly
when i got married and left home
i was distraught on leaving my parents
i didn’t want them to be alone
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and when death took my dad away
my whole world came crumbling down
till date the wounds haven’t healed
till date i haven’t visited my home town
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the ruthless chasm of bathos
keeps taking me in its fold
i wish i was more strong hearted
life would have been easy manifold

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It breaks down barriers
But also creates distances
True love surpasses all
The ups and downs of life
Yet leaves a deep hollow
Inside the wounded heart
That nevers fills up
Or rarely it overflows
With raging emotions
Drowning the self
In the cavernous depths of fantasy
But rises the soul
That has experienced these emotions
To live on and on
Becoming one with its soul mate
In a world of his own
Oblivious to the surroundings
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/wronged-objects/
Hey you, sitting on me tight
Move your ass now
It has been generations
Time to take a bow
I am the oldest couch in the house
Pay me some respect
Put down your feet son
You have some manners I bet
And you dear madam
Teach everyone a thing or two
At least dust me once a while
After all I have been so true.
Treat me like an elder
And I will serve you right back
Even though I am an age old couch
Some emotions in me are intact