Listening to my heart

One day I was sitting alone,

Listening to my heart’s tone,

trying to understand why it wants,

something that is already gone,

or something that is not mine,

atleast for now, till it is time...

My heart says it knows it has so much,

More than the poor man’s luck,

But then that is missing,

that thing, hey are you listening?

Yes I am oh my dear heart,

Everything I do has your mark...

So yes then, I want that,

I know it could make me sad,

but it is like the sun that brings light,

To the weakness and might,

For a sight of it people pray,

but for that i know it burns everyday,

so much that if I come close to it,

I wouldnt last even for a minute...

or it could be like that missing piece,

from my life, that could bring me peace,

complete my life, and make it perfect,

but i think if i haven’t done enough to earn it...

so scared of it going away from my life,

that i almost never try...

Oh my heart, you are so naive,

To achieve something you have to strive,

Whenever you are sad or weak,

Listen to your heart speak...

It may tell you to do something difficult,

but whatever be the result,

until you live each second like a freefall,

you wont ever live afterall