HAPPY TO BE SAD?

I love being sad.Something goes up & down my heart-region,scraping the walls of my organs. I tend to get lost in empty space. Sometimes tears come out & just drop down. I never attempt to rub it off. At times nice pieces of English language are created. I feel pain. But I love being sad. I love all the above feeling. Above all
“Being sad makes me happy!”

EXPRESSIONS

It is one of those nights which my scientific brain hates & my expressive brain adores.It is gloomy,all right,but what harm does it do to somebody if I am expressive? I turn small things into great expressions with my imagination. How do you define ‘expression’ & ‘imagination’?Are they the same thing?Yeah, I think so!Why do we imagine?We never imagine things within our reach.We imagine what we cannot achieve.And then we express? Rhetoric? Who cares?At least I’m expressing.Or for that fact imagining!Well it all happens inside me.Expressions can’t be written.But then why is it gloomy always?No answer……sorry can’t write expressions!!!!!!!

WALKING THROUGH THE DARK CORRIDORS

I walk through dark corridors in search of LOVE. It is there everywhere around me but somehow it doesn’t touch me. I see light at the end of the darkness. She is standing there. Calm, serene-no expression in particular. But where is the love? She holds out her hand but doesn’t touch me. I cry out in despair,groping desperately for her. In the darkness. I don’t seek you, my girl, I seek your love. Your body doesn’t matter, your touch does. Your lips don’t matter,your smile does.Your eyes don’t matter,your epression does!But still you are impossible to reach,you are far far away in wonderland.But you ARE there!Will you not hold me in your arms?Will you not hug me?Will you not kiss me?Questions shower.But answers are never found.So I still walk through dark corridors in search of LOVE………