I can feel too...

I can smell a fragrance as well as you
or touch a petal as all else do,
but what I still can’t figure out
is why people forget that I can feel too!

I can sense when the sky turns dark
and picture the sun’s fiery hue,
yet they say my sense has worn out
and forget again that I can feel too.

I can hear the chirping morning birds
or relish a tasty steaming stew.
But when among others, I stand out
for perhaps it’s untrue, that I can feel too.

I can touch your heart and mind alike
for which I need no worldly cue;
only my inner eyes, just they
who still think that I can feel too.

I am wild, I know for sure,
yet for me, out of the blue
there are flashes of enchanting light
that make me feel that I can feel too.

This is one of my latest and heartfelt poems. I would like you to tell me how you interpret it, what images it brings to your mind, because that is important for my development as a poet - as a communicator of my ideas.

Valentine's Day - Do think about it

February 14th, this date has become synonymous with heart-shaped balloons, exotic cakes, fancy candles, expressive cards, witty SMSes and of course, money making. Did someone say love, perhaps yes, but it seems love is only secondary. It's more about how expensive my gift is, or whether or not I have someone to give it to. But surely, there's much more to Valentine's Day than just that.

I disagree with those who disregard it as an influence from the West, because it's not a bad thing. After all, it celebrates the most common and most beautiful of all human emotions - love! What I am against is the mass hysteria over celebrating the day, when only half the people understand the true meaning of love. The media hypes it and its commercialisation fills a few pockets, but in my opinion, it must not be manifested only in physical forms; it must be felt! We must feel grateful to those who love us, and that includes our parents, siblings, friends, and that special someone, and must cherish those or that which we love.

Most importantly, we must regard it as a day of stock-taking, of making an account of whether or not we've loved more than being loved in the past year.

Think about it and tell me what you think.