I have been of a belief earlier that when we overload ourselves, often over an emotional outburst like regrets specifically, we break our hearts. Even highly ductile and malleable metals have a breaking point, right? Likewise, I thought it’s okay to take rest and restore whenever there’s an emotional shutdown. At least, that’s how I was.
I sooner or later also realized that regrets keep chasing and we can’t keep shutting down repeatedly for the same issue. ‘Whenever’ was a mistake. A mistake when done once holds some value. But, when it keeps on popping as if there’s no end, it is literally draining. One can’t always choose to rest for the same emotional matter of concern.
Long after this realization dawned, I was told that there can’t be any heartbreaks over regrets, during a conversation with a friend. This assertion made me think. How can a person lose what is loved but not have heartbreak? I explored more on this “no heartbreak” philosophy and that’s when I came across a transcript which I totally enjoyed reading.
The head, getting full, ached as it compromised the vacancy in the heart bearing the latter’s burden in spite of constantly fearing if it was developing claustrophobia within, as the doors of escape from agitated thoughts were always locked.
In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #123’.
There's a flood in mind
that is now a hostage of
all those hidden haunting vaults.
Dusk cocoons the day as
sparkling stars speckle.
Solstice sky rains
snugly fractal kisses.
Velvet white veils
cozy quilts on ground.
Snowmen smile at
They say silence is a source of great strength; so can it be for weakness. When words are replaced with silence, not always does it remain pleasant and comfortable. Sometimes, it haunts with loud shudders of the heart. Yeah, silence has a real sound that is capable of turning truths into lies and projecting illusions as realities. It’s exhausting to the core.
There’s work throughout the day and not enough sleep at night. There are words swallowed and peace slain. The deepest feelings begin to unnerve. Why am I enervated? Is it because of the draining days and sleepless nights? Am I following a dream I didn’t choose to? Am I missing something that I can’t hold? Am I fleeing from my own thoughts? Is what I am running from, the one that I should be running towards? The answers are truly blurred.
Is it not time we kill those man-made social constructs like religion, race, caste, and class in which humans still hide their inexistent honour? Emphasizing this thought, this free verse is written with six words in each line, and a six-word story is quoted at the end.
Disparaging sanity of love, honour glows.
The crushed dreams fuel its fire.
It’s easy to pop a balloon, but not break the brick wall. My heart is now a conglomeration of bricks. With time, it got stronger and stronger and is getting more harder to break. But, I keep trying clinging on the rope of hope, creeping through subdued shadows, to break it someday.
Yeah, you heard it right. I am in pursuit of an intentional heartbreak. How will it open until it is not broken? Only when it breaks and aches, I believe there’ll be ways that let in rays for an alternative exploration.
I’m ecstatically happy to share with you the news that an anthology that I’m a part of, “Utmost Feelings” with the theme ‘Love’, has been released.
It’s been exactly a month today since the launch (29th June 2021). But, I wanted to share this news only after I received a paperback copy. The delivery was a mess, unfortunately, and I got my copy only a couple of days ago and hence the delay in the announcement.
Attached with bittersweet memories, this book will always remain special. Astha, the girl who initiated the process of compiling this book is no more with us. Today marks the end of three months since her demise. But still, the legacy of her dream lingers in each word that the book holds. I heartily appreciate the efforts of True Dreamster, the publisher, who took Astha’s wish forward and presented this bouquet of love to her family as a tribute.
I extend my heartfelt gratitude to every person who’s a part of this wonderful project and all supporters.
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Unexpected twist of fate rolled out
Unfurling unfortunate circumstances.
Untold words and
Unexpressed feelings remain
Unopened not just in one but two hearts.
Unclear and unsure, they fork with
Unblemished flashes of tender memories.
Unkind, is how it all feels when
Unlikely evocations stay rooted, leaving an
Ungrown persona of one tendril heart within the other.
Credits & Footnote
A late submission, in response to ‘Eugi’s Weekly Prompt’ – Unforgotten.
Photo from Beate Bachmann from Pixabay.
We often exchange views on the debates of the brain and the heart.
Let’s peep a little deeper into this debate. Continue reading
Unable to distinguish between the nightmares of the dark and the brightness of the raging fire burning within, she walks.
All she could do was to traipse in a deserted place holding together pieces from the barren desert of her broken heart.
Will these musical fountains turn out to ber her soothing sprinklers?
A haiku on the same… Continue reading
My life has changed colours
on your entry as well as the exit.
When I was asleep,
you were near, anytime besides.
Now, when I’m awake,
you are distant, nowhere to be seen.
Your smile that was once soothing,
now like a phantom, is haunting.
The cheery impulse we shared,
is now my lone seizure to be sad.
I’ve let go of some pieces,
but still holding on to many. Continue reading
She has been abused, physically.
Her scars are hers.
She has been abused, mentally.
Her tears are hers.
She has fallen in love and hoped.
The broken heart is hers. Continue reading
It does not know color
It does not know race
It does not know gender
It doesn’t see the face
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t see your riches
It doesn’t see your clothes Continue reading