Human Emotions-An Enigma.

Human emotions have always intrigued me. Well, being a human all my life, I haven’t been able to figure out how a person can go from extreme highs to major lows in a matter of a few seconds.

Why do we cry? Is it because we are upset; bothered perhaps?

Or sometimes, are we just exhausted?

Most people don’t realize that the Oh-So-Famous-Memory Lane is not just one single street of recapitulation.

Every Memory Lane dissevers into several smaller lanes. Most times a trip down Memory Lane will bring a nice warm smile on your face, but when does Memory Lane just bring pain?

Tears. Just mere drops of salty water?  I don’t think so.

Like Coldplay has very rightly put it, “Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall”

Every teardrop has a story to tell. With a voice that cannot be heard; with words that cannot be expressed.

In one of my previous posts, I did mention that sometimes, smiling just means that you’re strong. So does tearing up mean you’re weak?

While most people may think so, I beg to differ. I think it’s a pretty logical move.

All that your heart can’t handle, your eyes let out.

If we’re too tired; too upset; too confused, at times we do break down, we do let it out and unknowingly at that. Smart isn’t it?

But then again, there are tears of joy as well. What can I say about them?

Human Emotions- An Enigma. *Sigh*

A Smile Is Contagious. Let A Thousand Smiles Bloom. :)

So I was on my terrace the other day, it was unbelievably cold but being up there with no one but the skies to talk to and the breeze to listen to somehow made it bearable.

I didn’t know why exactly I had gone up there; usually I do have some kind of reason. At times there is none but there’s always a sense of acceptance that’s there. So I guess, I just felt like being there.

And it was nice too. With music.

Music, not so loud that it disrupts the chain of thought but not so soft hat one has to make an effort to try and listen to it. Just enough so that it fades into the background and almost complements your thought process…

As I’m getting up to leave, I hear,

“And I could write a song,

A hundred miles long,

Well that’s where I belong,

And you belong with me.

And I could write it down,

Or spread it all around,

Get lost and then get found,

Or swallowed in the sea.”

Get lost and then get found. Or swallowed in the sea.

Even though, I’d heard this song a million times before, I hadn't ever thought about these lines. Maybe because I didn’t feel the need or rather urge to sort out myself; To sort of “reboot”.

But I did realize that everyone faces problems. How you deal with them is what matters.

You can let it define you or you can just hang in there, and smile.

Smiling doesn’t always mean that you’re happy. Sometimes it just means that you’re strong.

Change. The Only Constant.

Well, I was pretty dormant these past few months; let’s just say that I wasn't at my creative best.
But I've come back with a theme that I truly, TRULY believe in. That growing up, sucks.

When was the last time you went out, just for an ice cream? Or ran across an open field, just to feel the breeze on your face?

Why must we kill the child inside us? Why can't the sense of responsibility and being just you and having no qualms about it co-exist? Think about it.

           

Often when I'm idle,

My thoughts drift towards you...

What might you be doing?
Are you thinking about me?
About all the time we spent together?
All the moments etched in our psyche?
Have you realized all the things that have changed?
Maybe there are too many to remember.

Maybe they are too complicated to solve.

Maybe it's too tough to handle.
Often when I’m idle,

I think about all of this.

And then I realize,
Maybe, we’ve grown up...

When It Gets Too Tough,Just Breathe.

It's a crowded street,
With people involved in animated conversations,
With people walking with purpose,
Some with joy; excitement; curiosity.

I too walk down that same street,
With the same people,
Drifting down the street,
Though, not with the same sense of overwhelming emotions.

I see you walk down from the other side,
In that very state, you’re always spotted in.
A state of oblivion,
Not ignorant, yet not involved.
That perpetual gaze,
That long, unwavering gaze,
I see it all...

And then, our eyes meet.
In that split of a second,
Everything changes.

The daze vanishes
You snap out of the oblivion,
Your gaze though now sharp; still unwavering
That split second, contrary to expectations, stretches...

We are looking at each other,
Just staring,
Wanting to say something,
Just holding us back.

The air is crisp,
The leaves rustle at our feet.
Winter has announced its arrival.
Maybe that's why the days are so dark,
So long,
So lonely.

Just then, you look like you're about to say something,
My eyes light up,
With hope; relief.
But then, that too, passes.

I guess, in that moment,
We realize that we've been staring for far too long,
And that maybe, it’s far too late...

************We walk away*************

It is a crowded street,
But the two strangers could not have been more alone...