Red,
Excitement,
Like Marilyn Lips,
Or Vodka sips,
Warmth,
Like father’s embrace,
And mother’s grace,
Drive,
Like failure’s pain,
A Lover’s disdain,
Fear,
Like fire’s heat,
Or bloody meat,
Feelings,
Trickling dreamings
of colours,
numbers,
random murmurs.
All part of this said,
Life’s aim,
To make sane,
These feelings,
Oddball dreamings.

 

-Feelings are the tint on the glasses through which we see our world. And our lives are directed on the Colours of these tints.

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