Saturday, 28 June 2014

The (My) heart that won’t love me!



                             
                                  I am back to the place I once dreaded.  This is not a place anyone would want to be, but visits once in a while. It is a place where everything moves very slow and time seems to be still. A magical place  where  you see every other human smiling except you. It is the same feeling when you get something stuck in your throat and you cannot breathe. You are alive, you can see everything happening but you alone feel the pain, the suffocation. I never thought I would end up here, again! After all I have gone through in my life, have I not learnt anything from it?

                   
                Xena The warrior princess was one of my favorite shows on tv. Many lines from that show taught me something about life. Xena tells someone the reason for falling in love  – God created humans with two heads, four hands, four legs and and two hearts. Something happened (don’t remember that part) and we end up like how we are now. And that is why we spend all our lives looking for our other half!

                 So romantic. It is not a rational explanation. Leave out the God part, the “searching all our lives” means something. It is true. We do crave for romantic relationship, a companion whom you wish to be with. I don’t think it is just the work of the body. Though it is a struggle to control the oceans of such desires when it attacks you quietly in a silent night. But the mind’s craving for a company can never be controlled (at least for me it can’t be).

                  It needs not just any one, it has to be the one. Why does my own heart  work against me? . Why can’t it be happy being alone? Why can’t it accept the fact that it is stomped on by someone who loved it once? Do I have to feel the pain to feel alive?

                The worst kind of pain is when you cannot cry, when tears fail to roll down from your eyes, and you walk around like nothing happened.

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