Emotions

"I spoke with others, counseled many to joy, but even then, I had no-one to bare my mind to –but God." de_destined

He looked at her and felt so happy,
Who on earth could ever have imagined,
That somebody beaming now with joy,
An hour ago was talking about suicide,
But then he remembered the many others,
Who at one time were angry at life,
Almost desperate to expire their session,
Blaming fate for all their travails,
But after spending some time with him,
Reason is restored back unto them,
Like a toy momentarily snatched away,
From the hands of an obedient girl,
As if the toy had been newly restored,
How many he failed to recall,
For quite a number they had been,
All having a dilemma same in nature,
Emotions shattered altogether.

Unconsciously lapsing into the land of dreams,
He saw himself in the midst of flowers,
Himself awarded the position of the bee,
Quietly humming a buzzy tune,
Trying to find which flower to suck,
Beautiful and inviting, the flowers all looked,
He felt like the choice was all his own,
But a big little problem presented itself,
The sweetest nectar was not his target,
His senses tended towards the best.
And the flowers ignorant of his predicament,
Beholding the bee as the man of the day,
All portrayed themselves in a fashionable way,
Wanting to bag the prize of prizes.
Determinedly he drifted rightward,
Believing to have recognized the best,
At the very verge of necting the flower,
A sound brought him back to reality.


Gently but purposefully it repeated itself,
It was the tapping of hand on wood,
A gentle knock at his very door,
With a shake of his head he arose,
A song silently forming in his mind,
“Helpless helper”, the title of the song,
Opening the door, he found another,
The look of who tells the entire story,
Concern made him reach out and he knew,
It’s going to be another session of counsel,
His instincts readily reached out to his Source,
A word of prayer crossing his mind,
And then he silently asked The Master,
“Is there really a helper for helpers?”
Following the victim of emotion and distraught,
The very latest in his list of clients,
Knowing she’ll soon beam with joy,
After having listened to the comforter,
As he is known and called by all.
Seeing her off some moments later,
His expectations not being cut off,
He almost busted a question that flashed through his mind,
“How would it be if you were to know,
How many fragments my own emotion is?”