Sometimes words come to the brink and withdraw, other times the feelings emerge and come along with the tides of the ocean, but then like un showering cloud they drift away. The withered flowers await the same cloud again and again.
The feelings lack the skin of words, they scorch and brown and dry, awaiting the sheath of emotions to sooth the peeled skin.
The blessing is the time when heart feels light, as light as a feather, floating along like a quill, wandering the earth, watching from above the torn fragments or the remnants of the bleeding heart that was mutilated by its own doing..
Bliss is contentment which is like an over flowing pot when the self is at peace within and merging with the universe. The desire seeking its own warmth in the relations.
The pain cannot be eliminated for its the pain that throbs and awakes the senses, makes one alive. The physical pain is momentary, a response to the action inflicted but the emotional one makes one realise and analyse taking one towards greater unfathomable regions of understanding.
Words tumble out in gay abandon, incoherent in the form of laughter when the one is filled with bliss. Where as the pain weighs the heart down and transforms into salty tears. How unique the responses are for the extremes of emotions in human mind.
Causes Sumathi Mohan Supports
Child education, eradication of child labour and child marriages, promotion of education in slum areas. free thinking. MV Foundation, Hyderabad. CRY.