“We often confuse what we wish for with what is.” 
― Neil Gaiman, MirrorMask

I’m suffering from the dyslexia

of emotions

always getting confused and

bewildered

when the pain crosses the boundary to

get mixed with the love

when my longing  for the company is

oft met by your absence

and a flurry of excuses

 

I’m suffering from the dyslexia of emotions

when the intense passion

and desire longed by my heart

gets confused by the mere

entanglement of our body parts

 

I’m suffering from the dyslexia of emotions

when my attempt to surprise you

and  feeble attempts to win your heart

gets lost in the incessant

screaming and shouting

tearing us apart

 

I’m suffering from dyslexia of emotions

when every feeling of joy

of togetherness

gets mixed up

burned,

and gets scarred.

 

I’m suffering from dyslexia of emotions

when joys and pain are hard to tell apart.

–Megha Sood

 

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