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My feeling took ages to shape into the right words, The words slowly dripped down the tip of my pen on the paper like the tears that trickle down the eyes saying the unsaid... The paper then folded locked in my drawer, stayed in for days, waiting to be sent across, to be unfolded and read, like the heart full of emotions that needed to be shed... Every moment that passed after the feeling was locked, weakened the link for it to be sent across. My heart wanted to live, The unwise flood of emotions could have washed it away, but my wisdom came in the way, Wrong or right, the feeling could have lost in reality's black and white I guess, if life's most beautiful things have to stay, they have to be in the shades of gray. What more could I say? Is it my heart or the wisdom that lets the emotion stay? Would be worthwhile to think- What really in life is a fair-play? The crystal clear reality of the 'still' on the water surface, Or the hidden pool of million ripples, the unclear feelings that we hide missing which there will be no beauty of the tide !!