When you see someone the first time
You feel you know her
When she speaks to you the first time
You feel she is singing
When she laughs with you the first time
You hear it’s raining in the desert
When she touches you the first time
You feel the rush of blood in your heart
You sit there wondering
How do I express these feelings
One moment I feel tortured
Yet another comes as euphoric
A painter may create a masterpiece
A writer may write a poem
A singer may sing a melody
A musician may compose a song
But I am none of them
Tortured of being unable to express
Gems are the shared moments
I know we may never meet again
I always make it hard for me
However easy this may be
Yes, I love this torture
And want to save until the last day
Caught in the web of feelings and expressions
I often talk to myself
Some feelings can never be expressed
Just let them flow
They can take on any color
With sensitivities of a carnation
Whether it’s morally right or wrong
For me, it is beyond the sin or salvation
- Davinder, 3/20/17