Alfaaz : A book of treasures of emotions

When I talk to myselfI come to know abouthow my heart really feltI just feel completeThere is no necessityof always being sweet;I can even be harsh or foolI can be childish or act rudeI can be mature or be madI can be irresponsible or ill-manneredI can be myself and whatever ways I wantAnd all this without that expression of being judged. When I talk to myselfI will be myselfI am able to expresswithout any explanationIt feels like holidays without vacations.Its so easy to conveyBut its not as easy all the timeemotions make me weakAnd few bitter truths make me weakerBut still I am attracting to this seclusion. When I wanted to shoutI put my face insidea bucket full of waterAnd shout as much loud loud loudWhen I want a hugI just clasp my pillowaround my chestAnd hug as much tight tight tightSometimes I cry cry cryAnd wipe it off mesometimes I smile smile smileAnd laugh unnecessarilywhatever the way I want;Sometimes I waitsometimes I hateSometimes I irritateOr sometimes just sit silentlyWithout any say. I dont knowI just wanna explore myself moreI happy aloneyes I am happy with my own company When I talk to myselfI just come to know how my heart really feltI feel importantI feel lovedI love myselfSo what others thinkI really dont careI just feel complete of me for me and by me