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Most Human emotions are either nurtured in a cradle of freedom
or in the cage of fear,
Hide from the claws of admonished anger,
Seek the warmth in cold December,
Bloom in the fragrance of ardent breeze ,
An emotion obscured for it is digging cave indeed,
Few are afraid to be prisoners of someone's cage,
This Virginia Woolf once in her quote engraved,
Few are servants, bleeding from the cathedral of usurper,
This emotion endures  in the name of hierarchical structure,
An emotion, as fluent dancer,
As if sipping the zesty elixir.
Bit of explanation -

An emotion obscured leaves a void inside.

Few emotions are born when we do not express ourselves due to fear of judgement,
We keep in check , hide it, and let it choke us for we fear our own image which others form in their head ( based on temporary act or encounter)
This Virginia Woolf beautifully expressed in her quote that says,”the eyes of others our prisons ;their thoughts our cages.”

Few are servants...
- This explains emotion when a person endures injustice and torture done by person who with this, usurped his rights( fundamental to be specific)
- They might be enduring due to post and position, power, or to save a relationship or in order not to hurt others etc etc.
Dancer
- Happy and lively emotions.
And because I have waited for centuries I know the importance of punctuality,
and because all I ever craved for
was redamancy, I run away from the iridescent hue of life,
and because I embraced nuance so deeply I understand the
distance & lie,
yet I cannot accept this dismay which your absence, in me, forever will enlight.
I doubt you enchanted me through your eyes,
or inebriated with love potion in disguise,
Was it your elan that hit my nerves
Or the conversation we had fermented into addictive wine,
Maybe you are the sorcerer, performing tricks on the heart of mine.
As if I'm on a seashore of an island where no race of mine belongs,
away from farms of wilting tulips and prosaic's home.
Only elixir here beholds is solitude who bestow some care and let me bloom.

When on alien land I stumbled, drowned in seas of low self esteems,
It sailed my ship to epiphany ,
as if seeing reflection of phoenix inside of me.

This solitude is shells of untended breeze,
voyage of heart beyond its bleeds,
away from scars, safe at least,
building visage of brand new ship!!
Solitude is like silent uninhibited Iceland which is away from lands where hearts break (wilting tulips)  and where unromantic, dull, lifeless people live who due to their spiritless nature can not appreciate or approve the high and lively spirits of mine.
On this Iceland which basically represents isolation from others is a place where solitude is the only companion who care and love( in solitude we find ourselves and learn self love which eventually brings happiness)
Alien Land is where I wasn't comfortable, wasn't seen or  noticed, not appreciated, wasn't validated . So on alien land I broke down and lost self confidence , this lead me towards solitude.

When a person is in solitude he realises the importance of self satisfaction in whatever he do , that world can't see things the way he see them, (as they say," beauty lies in the eyes of beholder".) it is his confidence he needs .In solitude (here like a person) consoled me, and made me realise my worth and strengths.

This realisation fills a person with life with life and confidence. It rebuild ( and he rises from his ashes like pheonix).
This solitude is like shells of untended breeze - shells are beautiful remnants found on bay So here ,like shells found on abandoned bays we meet this solitude when we are abandoned, ignored etc etc .
And this solitude rebuild us in all the better ways.
This emptiness is strangely heavy,
Emptiness that burns inside out, Emptiness that echoes **** loud,
The vibrancy of which makes you frown,
Which, like a hole, pulls you down,
Emptiness which craves love, peace, paramount.

-lahar

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