The Festival of Emotions

 

The Festival of Emotions

-Miss A

I wasn’t going to write something as good as a debatable topic as I did imagined it

Cause that goes exactly against my motion of clearly ignoring some paths as I likely decided

But you have to live something, to the utmost mark, to find the precise context of its worth

And offering a tribute to sincere heart-felt emotions are always pieces holding a lot of values…

 

I might not believe in the prayable ones of any religions, but I do trust on some things

I trust the existence of the sun, the moon, the stars that enlighten us, and the universe

I trust the blessings that comes in the purest of forms, true from the vital source

And I do trust the power some elements known or unknown, visible or not possesses

But there are some things taught to us, which are just some facts, taught be religions

On the way to live our life and some lessons are the most beautiful indeed

Specially the once that tells us to respect and pray to our parents,

Hitting on the emotional point of any being, ‘cause what individual in senses won’t?

 

Caress your soft point, and you won’t know when you have given in,

Given into the beauty of the scared and the solemn.

And what can I say? The one who sees everything with the eyes of a blind

Sees everything from its existence and not from the mayhem of the prejudice

And I won’t trigger any certain cultural beliefs or cult them, respect them indeed

But who could watch their parts of hearts praying to the one they believe

And all that they ever ask, is for you indeed!

Standing in water, fasting for several days, asking with their minds and soul

And heart as one indeed

Asking form their gods, please bless my child, with everything they could ever wish

Everything to work from them to their best, and gift them with wishes thought of

As well as the beautiful things which they didn’t think as well indeed

Let them have everything in the world one can achieve

And for themselves they just ask nothing?

 

I have no idea whether their prayers, their words reach their lords

But it exists in the universe

And before anyone else, I can hear it all

All the wishes and blessing that I am already gifted in disguise

Building a strong source of knowledge engulfed in the virtuous bliss

Out of the every emotion that I could ever see being there inside

Screeching a scar to always remember, to be always be seen on the surface

Making you revise that line again and again until you’d get that right

“I would turn all the wishes to exist in the age of the present”

And yet all you’d do is just for yourself.

I still have questions, marked in golden in my heart and its will…

How can some not still see something this discrete yet major?

How can some not give to all their wills and chase something?

And yet we’d be still chasing ourselves and our dreams.

‘Cause the one, who pray still would be there praying for yourselves

Make sure that you get everything that you could desire

Work hard so you know, you’d leave them no regrets

The once you call parents, the source of eternal love,

This flows in any form, chaos, anger, love or hate

Stating a sense of sacrifice in each spell, you’d get unasked

Never let some smiles fade away, that’s what they want for you as well

 

And once you achieve all you have, pray to what called gods on earth

The once who give you birth, and slaughter themselves,

Until you can stand on the feet’s of your own, blemishing the nightmares

Of the truths, the world has to offer, finding that part of love

To be gained from anywhere, what you have been so spoilt to grow up with

Never forget to give them their part of love back and pass it on

It’s already too heavy to be carried alone

To see sparking sets of eyes filled with pride

And dare you say what you’ve been through

It could hurt, and it would to those who care

Wear a coat that speaks of the power you hold

Bold and bare, made with the thousand words spoken every second

In the name of you climbing the stairs of success they’d chant of

Making me rethink, someone who made the idol figures of clay

Was too useless to make any idol in the names of their parents

The best of the best sculptor couldn’t carve the emotions they hold there

Neither could the song-writers sing, nor could the poets or the writers express  

Neither can I.

Some things make you too useless for some things to be, and still be proud of it

Infiltrated of the feeling, I wish to remain.

The festival of these emotions shall stay, I wish. And what I write is a reminder to self

Hoping the scar of all it, to live on the surface, cut fresh,

Reminding you to shoot the arrow to the aim, until you hit the bull’s-eye

And once you become perfect at it, move to a greater level

‘Cause in the end, all what you ask for, is for only you and for all that you ever wish

And resemble to, and that’s exactly how the chant goes on every day

Whether that you realise it, or you don’t that’s how this all will ever stay

So that your soul will always know the answer, when the songs hymn “kekra la ke?”