Overwhelmed.

SO intense is this feeling; it suffocates me.

I wish to rise above it and breathe in relief.

But it pulls me back, as if it owns me.

A puppeteer controlling all my strings.

My life and my entire being,

revolve profusely around this feeling.

Reckon this is why I exist.
This indeed completes me.

Forgotten if it surfaced out of me

or I, myself, was molded out of it.

Neither sure enough, whether I sheathe it,
or this feeling itself, has sheathed all of me.

As a pearl is born at the base of the deep, blue sea,
I was born out of this innate feeling.

And in here I burn and die,
every night, like the fireflies.

And then again I rise!

A glowing sun outshining the sky.

I rise because this feeling never frees me.

It never lets me quit.

An inherent slave, living at its mercy.

Always in need of being sheltered by it.

Eventually, my own castle is built upon it,

In triumph & benevolence, I rule like a queen.

And then I turn reckless, ruining all that I built.

Desiring to see it shatter down, Brick by Brick!

I must abandon it to a “Nothingness” so prevailing,

that it ends whatever tries to touch it.

Yet again, even its nothingness breaks me.
As if, inside a black hole, I am being pulled in.

Feeling helpless against such vivacity,

and spellbound by its infinite glory.

Like a feeble damsel, I surrender to it.

And dissolve in its besieging abyss.

So not sure if I created this or it crafted me,
but the intensity of this feeling is so overwhelming,

that at times, it just suffocates me!