Metaphor

Many a time it happens in your life The emotion you felt, you cannot express Tiny in size And short in span Yet you are left devastated With its huge impact You are desperate To recover soon from the sickness It causes upon you by taking pills of words But your garrison fails you You lack ammunition And that is huge and enough The worst part of this situation Is that you keep thinking While your mouth is shut And it is getting inflated like a balloon inside You press the buttons of your key pad They refuse to type as they are held up in an electronic jam You keep mum Your right of expression is denied You feel cheated, a great injustice done to you New complication arrives Another will follow This is quite not good for your health Take a loan from my bank of words This will help you out from your precarious situation Now you look around To pick examples to create an image But you find none suitable Nothing comparable with your emotion You may close your eyes this time Or look at a thing Fixing and casting down your gaze This is what we call doodling And I call it a poor man's marriage with a Hollywood girl A casting couch for a new comer Here you get lots of images in a package Buy one and get three, totally free They are complicated and too far fetched Do not hang your face in disgust, my friend Take another object in your hand Talk about it but never give meaning Despite describing it, make it your mere vehicle Shift the meaning to what you felt And a device, wonder, is discovered We all the artists call it metaphor The product of inability of man We take help of it when are unable to expressing directly And it opens for us A gate of heaven of creativity This is enough and surprising.