Mystics Of Heart

By Swati Rao

Pour your heart out in a cup,

Then churn this mixture up,

See those vivid feelings form into a hue,

Do they realise they have been a part of you?

Fear, anxiety, jealousy, temper

Filled a thunderous bolt of terror

Bliss, joy, success, kindness

Entrenching you with utmost mildness.

Realising o this why you seethe?

When grave for all is the same beneath

A garden with bushes and thorns

With no flowers to adorn

Guarding the untold secrets,

Playing a never played song,

Hiding memories of pasts,

Heart, is it to you that they belong?

By Swati Rao