Hey friends!!! I hope you all are doing good. Here I am with a new blog. This time I am representing poetry for the first time. To be honest, poetry is not my thing, but I have tried for the first time. 

There is nothing common between us,

But though I love that little fuss.

You are all the way different than me,

But though I have considered us as we.

I don't know if you think about me,

But though all I do is miss you.

Your dreams I want to see with my eyes,

But though I can't, to be wise.

I don't have you,

But though I am afraid of loosing you.

You are the only thing over my mind,

But though i can't identify the feelings are what kind.

When you love someone but can't express that to the person, life becomes hard to live with the burden of that feeling you could not express. Having someone over mind and feeling helpless because you can not show them how they have haunted your thoughts. All you do is think about them, and even you don't know what they feel for you.

But though, just the feeling of loving someone make us happy. Sometimes we don't have any expectations from them to love you back. What we are satisfied with is our love for them. We fool ourself with that one sided attraction or infatuation or love whatever it is, then it doesn't matter the person for whom we have this feelings really deserves it or not.

In another case someone don't express because they are unsure about their feelings. These people have messed up thoughts which don't let them resolve the storm between their true sentiments. They are stuck between what if situation. Means they think, what if my feelings are temporary, what if I got rejected and what if blah blah blah…..

But though they have feelings. We can't control our minds thoughts. Our mind controls our emotions and if we don't want to accept what we feel our brain fights with such a thoughts. Mind and brain stands against each other and injures each other. Instead, if possible stop overthinking and go for it, if it feels impossible you have to live with this feeling until you get over it. Choice is yours.

Don't forget to tell me, how was the poem?