thousands of feelings
twittering from the forgotten space
no clue of the source
not out of nowhere though
negotiating the unwanted gulf
provoking and procreating
one’s own eternal self
the space is disremembered
now, it's a question of the past
thrilled by the exhaustive
invitation to be in and with the present
feelings are yet flowing
but now, in a new direction
disremembered space is something
that doesn’t extinguish from fostering
like the everlasting love
that one is afraid of
none of us have heard or spoken of
there is a timid gap between them
however hard they strive to overcome
the tranquility disappears beyond its
irrelevance and unimportance
more feelings more pain
within a dictionary meaning
of pleasure and passion
perhaps one melts in other’s arms
miles are travelled not always with hope
fear and unease followed the path
certainly the path was blurred
but not the feelings
for they are rooted in that forgotten space
