Herat And Me - Poem by Harsiddhi Ruparel
Its a feeling so strong, which makes me feel that i am wrong.
But i always wonder and feel, i am rite; wen my heart says, you can't always be rite.
There comes a heated argument!
I say you don't understand.
My heart says, i am not meant to understand!
I say, but you always argue wid me, though illogical most times.
My heart says...
I don't think, i don't understand, i don't argue.
All i do is see, all i do is feel, all i do is speak myself out.
I ask- I have a heart, i have brains too; why do you differ? Why can't you unite? Why can't you submerge in each other?
They say: we are two different horizons all together, poles apart.
We are meant to guide you in your tough times and easy ones too, we are meant to be their for you all the time you need someone to talk to, someone to argue with.
We are meant to make both the fronts clear for you to choose the right path, the right situation, the right time and the right action.
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