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...

A Place In The Sun..

This is a tribute to Stevie Wonder. This song is all about Hope and how it never gives you the feeling that all is done.
I've added a few verses to his song,A Place In The Sun.


Like a long lonely stream,
I keep running towards a dream.
Moving on,Moving on..
Like a branch of a tree,
I keep reaching to be free.
Moving on,Moving on..

'Cause there's a place in the sun,
Where there's hope for everyone..
Where my restless heart's gotta run,
There's a place in the sun.
And before my life is done,
Got to find my place in the sun..

Like an old,dusty road,
I get weary from the the load.
Moving on,Moving on..
Like this tired troubled Earth,
I've been rolling since my birth.
Moving on,Moving on..

Like a withered,tired man,
I've fulfilled all the duties of my clan.
Moving on,Moving on..
Like a wilted,dying flower,
I can feel my strength draining every hour.
Moving on,Moving on..

'Cause there's a place in the sun,
Where there's hope for everyone..
Where my restless heart's gotta run,
There's a place in the sun.
And before my life is done,
Got to find my place in the sun..
You know,that when times are bad,
And you're feeling sad,
I want you to always remember,
Yes,there's a place in the sun,
Where there's hope for everyone..
Where my restless heart's gotta run,
There's a place in the sun.

Pulling Away...

And I turn, and start walking away,

Endless thoughts, racing in my mind,

My heart, swelling up with emotion,

Eyes, brimming with tears.

I keep walking, not knowing where I’m headed,

Lightening, ripping the sky apart.

Thunder, roaring.

Rain, pouring.

I stop, and look back,

You’re gone too...

I stand there, under the rain,

Feeling the coolness of the droplets.

Hoping, that the rain will wash away, the pain, the agony, and everything that has happened.

That the wind, will take me away with it.

Away, to a place where there can be a new beginning,

To a place where the wounds will heal,

And the scars will fade…

Somewhere along that street, you’ve stopped as well.

You too, are standing under the rain.

Wondering what went wrong…

Wondering when things started to fall apart,

And why you weren’t there to fix them.

After all, you’ve always been able to fix everything.

You stand there, under the rain,

Your tears, mixing with the droplets on your cheeks.

You stand there, under the rain,

Your mind, seems to recollect only the moments we spent together…

How long can we march on a parallel set of lines,

Before we miss the chance of intersecting each other’s life at all?

An Ode To A Daughter...

It all starts with a cry…
A cry of joy.
The joy of a new beginning…
The beginning of a new life.

She opens her eyes,lets out a laugh.
It’s the cutest sound you’ve ever heard,
You don’t ever want to let go…

As a father,you wanted a son,
Who would come to games with you,wrestle with you
But now as you stand with her in your arms…
It’s like a dream come true.

You give her a name,
Tuzuk it is.
Its one name which means the world to you…

From a toothless bundle of joy,
She becomes a mischievous toddler,
True to her name,always up to something…

It amazes you how fast time can pass,
When you want it to freeze,
To freeze with the most beautiful soul ever…

Time passes,she blossoms…
You turn the whole city upside-down,
To find the best playschool for her.
Off she goes to ‘little hearts’,
To leave her indelible mark…
Those three hours of the day,
Never once did your anxiety let you relax your brow.

Time passes,she blossoms…
Its time to go to school now,
You find a school which will help her grow,
Help her grow to be just like her mother…

Birthdays come and birthdays go…
She’s finally thirteen,
Her excitement knows no bounds,
With happiness she preens…

P.T.Ms come and P.T.Ms go…
Not one complain against her,
With scores of A,her report card shines,
And you,the father,beam with pride.

Just the last father’s day,
She served you breakfast,
It was the tastiest meal you’d ever had…
She gave you a card,
A card that said ‘my daddy #1!’
You won’t ever forget that in your heart, she’s #1 too…

Time passes,she blossoms…
She’s now in her twenties,
You realize,as she’s growing up,
You’re growing old…

You sit down with her albums,
Cherishing those moments,
Reflecting all the time you’ve spent with her,
All the fun you’ve had together…

Yes you had your ups and downs,
But that just brought you closer.
Yes you’ve had you share of tiffs,
But that just showed that she had an opinion.
An opinion of her own…

Time passes,she blossoms…
She’s finally done with her studies,
She’s an architect now.
Maybe you know your next father’s day gift…

Meetings are held,horoscopes are matched,
Wedding bells are nearing…

Slowly you realize,how little time you have,
When you’ll have her only to yourself…
You decide that each moment you have together,
Will be the most amazing one…

Months turn into weeks,
Weeks into days,
Finally it is d-day.
It is the day you are giving her hand in his,
The best man you could find for her…

When you see her in her wedding gown,
Looking prettier than ever…
You bite your lip and smile,
She comes up to you, her eyes moist too
And gives you a kiss on the cheek…

There you are, her best man,
The best man you could ever be…
You walk her down the aisle,
You hand her to her groom-to-be,
And slowly walk back.

You have a flashback,
A flashback of all her life.
From the very moment she was born,
To this day in her make-up room, when she kissed you good-bye…