Reason

Shadows and Whispers 

From a distant land

Hover sometimes nearby
Cling to the heart
Creating nausea.
Wetness threaten to leak
From the twin pools
However hard one may try
A drop or two make its way
Down the soft quivering curves.
Emotions cling to the walls
With all their might
Trying to find a reason
To be held and caressed.
-Vinita Surana 'Kiran'