Heart

Wonderfully placed and located
For words to break the broken.
At times, it beats for devotion,
At times, for joy, astounding.
Sometimes, it seeks to silence.
It stores millions of emotions.
It falls in love with every single beat;
Equally, it shatters for the beats that pass.
A thousand reasons for it to cry,
A thousand reasons for it to ‘mire.
Heart, a door and key game,
What goes within is held within.
Hides a painful story and
Secrets, untouched by nature.
When it stops, Alas! Grief-stricken,
It weeps and laughs, falls in love.
It dears the dearest, hates the false,
Yet give way for their foe.
The warm, stream yet cold sometimes.
The Heart alone makes way to the bitter truth.

-Khushi Kaul