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My Emotions


An evocative, inward-looking poem, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.

My emotions run wild at times 
Like a tsunami and at times like a volcano in eruption 
My love for him makes my emotions 
Run wild and weary at times
I give my heart for someone 
It’s a lifetime gift 
Like spring flowers and crimson red leaves in the autumn
Like rainy nights 
Cosy and warm always 
Under the soft quilt 
Never a spot nor a spec 
In my love 
I take things as easily as can be 
When things go wrong 
I blame no one but me
As my approach was wrong, I feel 
And in dark clouds I burrow myself 
Till I repent for making the wrong move 
At the right time 
My eyes say it all 
My strength and my weakness 
My heart feels light 
When I write a song of my love 
But don’t take me for granted 
As I fume at times 
Green leaves never remain green always 
Just like us humans
I leave yesterday as a gone past story 
And move forward with a smile 
And heartful of love 
Brimming with desire to live and love! 
I flow like a river so smooth 
Not looking back and weeping!


Visual by Different Truths

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Sarala Balachandran
Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

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