So, when we shed tears we are removing the hormones that tend to make us sad.
We are built to vent things out, to let things go.
And yet we, a huge chunk of us, is adamant on keeping it all in. Bottling things up.
The very nature of us to go against the nature of us!
“What do you do this for
this seeking attention
The suddenness of the question
the stab, the pain
what had I done so wrong?
“You are passing signals
allowing their thoughts to go berserk
what fun arousing their imagination?”
I kept wondering
how wrong could a smile be
sharing a laugh in the tragedy of life!
I conjecture at the perceptions
how environments, upbringing work
the ease of raising a finger!
Heart… A mere cluster of muscles pumping blood through your body, responsible for your survival. And yet it is this muscular mass that is most important in how to decide to live your life, in choosing your way forward..
Being a pure heart is one of the choicest blessings that can be bestowed upon a person. Being able to see everything in its purity and being able to work forward with a good heart is rare, and a blessing.
But then a pure, honest heart makes you vulnerable. In a world filled of crooks, the straight trees are first to be cut down. And honest, pure heart the first to be cheated and bruised. In the purity of one’s own heart, we tend to forget about the deceptiveness of the world. Of how your emotions don’t mean a thing to anyone else. And how they can be friends one moment and foes in another just to get their motives accomplished.
It is difficult to decide whether a pure heart is a blessing or a curse when the same thing can be your strength as well as your greatest weakness. When you lend your hand to someone to help them out, you never know whether they actually want to be saved or are pretending the situation just to throw you down the pits.
And one’s sanctity makes it look like everyone is a friend, a fellow human with the same needs. But does greed not overpower so many souls? Is every other person you see not corrupt? Have they not sold their conscience for some mere notes they call money?
Has the world, in its chase for fame and fortune, not sold itself?
They asked, ” How are the circumstances?
Still tense and unsafe?
Do you still have bomb blasts
Or meet terrorists?”
Speech failed and so did words
Thoughts raced further than they should
All attempts to describe the place
Went futile; all in vain
This had happened even before
They were national chauvinists
Unable to understand and comprehend
Beloved national can be wrong too.
They failed to acknowledge the land a conflict
For them it an integral part
But the truth lay hidden from them
Truth being the first casualty in conflict.
They trusted what media presented and
Politicians said; situations blown out of control
Being naive,thinking all was truth
Is that not how they ruined it?
Least aware about politics
How leaders used the issue for benefits
How cruel they could be with people
Diplomats and hypocrites .
They failedto know how people disappeared
And were killed in cold blood
No terrorist did so, but
Beloved security desirous of promotions
Neither they knew how voices were suppressed
Tear gases and bullets to shoo away
For them it was only water;
And didn’t sometimes police even protect them?
What they knew wasn’t whole of truth
A three year old can’t be a threat
They weren’t killing terrorists
It was a planned genocide!
Yet, not a word escaped lips
They were national chauvinists
Perceptions and beliefs would clash if expressed
And he, the only child of his mother!
Loud pitched voice
rude in people’s eyes
But who cares?
you have got your own ties!
Constant striffles by this,
But people do not see
love that flows amongst cries
Shouting loud, behaving rude
language with some is always crude
Some people frown, ruin the mood
but then, there is always food!
And somewhere hidden a soft heart
longing for someone far apart
secret prayers on the chart
does not want to depart!
But one day you would realise
it was all part of a surprise
He already had plans for you
of which you had no clue!