My heart yearns to pen something,
But my mind is clueless about this feeling.
So much of feelings, so much of emotions,
But my mind has stopped understanding my heart’s passions.
Too much love, too much hatred,
Too much joy, too much grief,
My heart has had it all;
Owing to which it had its share of fall.
But holding back this has become a woe,
And my mind is compelling my heart to do so.
Guess it smells hypocrisy everywhere,
And don't want my heart to confide anywhere!
