I concur, Mr. Eliot

Oh yes, it hurts.

Deep down you feel the glass of your heart echoing as it shatters against the hollowness of your soul.

Alas!

The loveless world; a good-for-nothing wasteland.

Momma

Jumping onto her lap, snuggling and cuddling her, kissing her cheek while passing each other in the hallway, laughing at ludicrous jokes or just hugging her. I'd grown so used to these maternal gestures of intimacy as if her touch was the addiction of my skin. After all, I was a prodigy of not only her bio-genetic make up, but also a seed of her heart, a fragment of her soul. My roots generated from her soil but the rest of the plant was an autonomous structure.

While sipping tea from her cup, her eyes were like a cat; vigilant, aware yet calm and collected. She pauses and coughs. I could feel a twinge as my muscles got tense. No, it wasn't the agony of her pain that bothered me. I was irritated by the sight of her discomfort.
She's like a book, I thought to myself, that has traveled around the world for many years from destination to destination. The pages had become battered with time. Some words misprinted, some deliberately scratched out, a few overwritten. Original words majorly misinterpreted.
Her worried eyes fall upon me, full of lingering questions; fundamentally rhetoric. She is tired yet preoccupied with concern. She's sick and would have given up the battle long ago, but no. To this day, she maintains the stance of a queen. She was once a lioness; who has now sought refuge in a cave, far from the caravan. She observes, as others display. Apparently deceptive as it may be, this is not what is to be called defeat. There's a better strategy of action in store. She is preparing a weapon. Years of meticulous efforts are soon to be paid off.

All she does is sit in her cave, paws crossed and eyes wide open.

Beyond the Apparel

Can you be so sure of your judgement? No. For you do not know what stories are hidden in the depths of a soul or the burdens carried by a battered heart. The finality of a verdict is beyond human vision. What one person feels can neither be identical, nor duplicated. Everyone has their own mind to think and heart to feel. Can you relate to others? Yes. As it is human nature to cling on to thing on the base of familiarity.
But there are certain things that can not be explained, not in words, maybe in actions. There are, what I could call, phenomenons that the soul undergoes. It alters the apparently "normal" situation in particular spacio-temporal conditions. Yet it does not alter the soul that has undergone this transition. Instead, it goes into a trance of meditation. One not only ponders, but questions the evolution of such ideas and feelings. The aloofness alienates the person, dragging them into confusion.
Can this mess ever make sense? Maybe. The world of labels approves everything with a name tag on it. But does every single thing need to be tagged with a name? No. It can only be felt, not spoken of. But if it is undefinable, then how is one to convey what they feel? This maze's path circles around back to where you started.

The truth is inevitable, with or without a name.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. 

Khalil Gibran 

Thoughts and Meditations

"It is the silence which proclaims the coming tempest. And when the tempest makes not its appearance, it is because the silence is stronger than the tempest."

- Kahlil Gibran

Feeling the Beauty

Haunted

Life would be so easier if there was a modify or edit button to come along with every event that takes place. Attaining perfection would actually be possible. As the human soul is never satisfied, not only does the bad need to be repaired but the good needs to be better and better, the best.
We prefer holding on to happier memories, it's not possible to forget the bad ones either. Memories have the power to effect your mood when reminded by a certain event of the past. The happy memories are uplifting and encouraging. They are a door to the brighter side of life. On the other hand, memories that are comparatively not so great leave scars. From time to time, these scars remind us of the mistakes we have made. At places, we might've gone wrong and chose the wrong path. Regret and remorse are by products of such events. Would it be better to sulk in despair or regenerate the amputation?

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. (Eleanor Roosevelt)

It takes time to realize that that's not the way things are and shall not be, at least not any time soon. Just because we are surrounded by advanced forms of technology does not mean that all those electro-mechanical laws are applicable to human lives as it would to robots. It leaves us helpless and feeling pathetic. But that's not necessarily the way it has to be. There are a few things that could be tried like growing out of things that you might've clinged on to long ago. Running away from reality might give the impression of being a permanent solution when it is a temporary escape. Sometimes, you have to embrace the bad part of life too. Yes, there is always room for improvement, but only if you realize that imperfections exist. Ignoring or neglecting them is another issue but engulfing yourself in a state of denial is excruciating.
Holding on to things isn't requisite. Moving on would be comparatively exhilarating. Everyone lives their own life. It'd be much easier if we actually took charge of it. If we don't, someone else will. It's like handing over the keys of your car and let the driver take you anywhere they want. Life is too short and precious to give up to someone else.

Jackass of All Trades

It becomes difficult to comprehend how a single individual is prone to sticking his Pinocchio nose in to everything and anything. It's like scattering your energy into various areas. In such conditions, one is unable to shed light upon a specific area, clearly. There are blotches and spots of intermittent rays. Instead, it would be much easier to just converge all that energy and create one strong beam of light that brightens a place that is actually worth the effort.