Wrongly felt right

 A plethora of emotions pedestaled by a human heart, unable to put forth the feelings because the aftermath is difficult to be of a part. My fear wasn't wrong however, there was no option but to settle for what life had. Bitterly sweet has now become my favourite oxymoron.

Go through this piece to know how a heart aches craving for the deserved piece:  

Not everything you go through can be explained

Because often the repercussions are difficult to be contained

At times even filtered feelings don't feel right

But you never know, without expectations, the other day might be utterly bright

Ambiguous uncertainties hit me hard

When to the people in my life, I began to safeguard

Sometimes it felt wrong to leave the stone unturned

But a paradoxical instance sensed a feeling of being unconcerned

Never did I see solitude as such an abstruse sentiment

However experiencing it infused a sense of detachment

Narcissistic never appeared so positive to me

Until recently it became my 'the solution' to flee

I considered it as a simile for damp, black colour

Unknowingly on my canvas it gave me a blissful flavour

Pink winged butterfly, although mildly faded 

Revamped me, even though I was weirdly jaded