Which way?

Where will you run
 in this thick Woods  ?
 Which way would you choose ?

East its pride
  West its hatred
 North its ego  
South ,your tears know well
  Above its rage
  Under the ground lies revenge

Twigs get entwined
As you move inside
 Grows thick and thicker
With days big and bigger

Where will you dig
for  the love gone , lost and ripped apart?
 There's no direction left !

Where will you run  
in this thick Woods?
 Which way would you choose?

Just to be felt

Every vision

elicit emotions to me

And I find it running 

like waves within 

Hard to catch and hold

But the feeling

keeps me beheld

Is it the

beauty of nature 

Which stuns me?

Is it the

undefined innocent love

Which I can't  describe?

Or

Is it the

Stories they narrate

Which leaves me stupefied?

Sometimes,

Emotions are meant

Just to be left unsaid.

Sometimes,

Emotions are meant

Just to be left untold.

Sometimes, 

Emotions are meant

Just to be felt...

Well i think every picture, every view or every face has its own story, its own emotions.You just need to see through it .When you understand what it wants to tell you and whats it was hiding from you it will leave you amazed and stunned . And you will find it hard to describe it in words.

Unaware

Sun rises and sets

Earth turns west to east

Dawn flips to dusk

Buds bloom and  break

Needle races twice

People come and pass by

I wake up with every light

Until darkness brings the night

Time in between

is off the record

For I  live unaware

Unaware of

someone called "Me"