I feel the problem is , that I feel
I feel for you
I feel for me
I feel for everyone around
and I also feel for everyone not around .
Yes , I do feel
I feel for the sky
for it’s blue colour
I feel for the rainbows
which I cannot see.
I feel for the dust upon the books
which if disturbed
disperses in the air
so quickly meeting infinity .
I feel about not feeling anything too
when we turn our faces aside
on getting a glimpse of the other world
the other that dares to peep
as we shut the windows quick.
I see , I do see
but they teach me to shut my eyes
I shut my eyes , but I can still feel .
But soon , I am made to feel that I am wrong
I am hurt , I bleed
But I refuse to feel
truth flaps it’s wings , the chain rattles
the wind urges , the chain breaks
truth is set free , to fly wherever it wants
and I finally feel
it is time .
(Poem and photograph)