Confessions of the Dumb Heart !
There are moments of stupendous brilliance in everybody's life, moments which pump up that adrenalin, rock the boat of that perfectly functional and almost sane organ called, the Brain. We cannot say the same for the Heart; because the heart as we all know is a Dumb Organ, although as important as the brain for us to survive and carry on with our normal business of life.
But as we pronounce the Heart guilty of all the crimes, even before a trial, the so-called Dumb Organ stands up before the jury, and delivers an impressive account of what it has encountered.
Straight from the Heart:
As they say, the first bite is the deadliest; I quote Mario Puzo from Godfather, its "the Thunderbolt Effect", hence it might be the eyes, which ought to be guilty of the crime they did, by even straying close to that pure, serene figure of a woman.
To hurt a fellow being is inhuman, and to hurt an already wounded being is equivalent to a sin. Hence, it would not be wrong to put before the jury, the crimes of the nose, and the ears, which not only dared as much as to smell, but also listen to that gust of wind, that was once the proof of her presence.
It's eventually the mind that plays the final culprit. What is it with the mind, that it wants not to treasure every moment of what one has got, but to steal, brood, be jealous. The mind, the organ who claims to have governed the lives and rise of Kings and Intellectuals over this wicked earth, wants the eyes, the ears, the nose, and all the organs in the condemned body to steal and whimper of her image in the moon, brood over what she might be contemplating in her sleep, and be jealous of the sun's rays that kiss her everyday, shamelessly not even caring about the Heart.
And if I might be pronounced guilty today, so be it...I'll consider it a service done to my existence, but before I lean on that mercyless guillotine...let me express my rancor to this world, because once that I'm gone, they'll dance on my departure feasting eyes on my beloved.
But before I go, I grieve and declare my love for her !
There are moments of stupendous brilliance in everybody's life, moments which pump up that adrenalin, rock the boat of that perfectly functional and almost sane organ called, the Brain. We cannot say the same for the Heart; because the heart as we all know is a Dumb Organ, although as important as the brain for us to survive and carry on with our normal business of life.
But as we pronounce the Heart guilty of all the crimes, even before a trial, the so-called Dumb Organ stands up before the jury, and delivers an impressive account of what it has encountered.
Straight from the Heart:
As they say, the first bite is the deadliest; I quote Mario Puzo from Godfather, its "the Thunderbolt Effect", hence it might be the eyes, which ought to be guilty of the crime they did, by even straying close to that pure, serene figure of a woman.
To hurt a fellow being is inhuman, and to hurt an already wounded being is equivalent to a sin. Hence, it would not be wrong to put before the jury, the crimes of the nose, and the ears, which not only dared as much as to smell, but also listen to that gust of wind, that was once the proof of her presence.
It's eventually the mind that plays the final culprit. What is it with the mind, that it wants not to treasure every moment of what one has got, but to steal, brood, be jealous. The mind, the organ who claims to have governed the lives and rise of Kings and Intellectuals over this wicked earth, wants the eyes, the ears, the nose, and all the organs in the condemned body to steal and whimper of her image in the moon, brood over what she might be contemplating in her sleep, and be jealous of the sun's rays that kiss her everyday, shamelessly not even caring about the Heart.
And if I might be pronounced guilty today, so be it...I'll consider it a service done to my existence, but before I lean on that mercyless guillotine...let me express my rancor to this world, because once that I'm gone, they'll dance on my departure feasting eyes on my beloved.
But before I go, I grieve and declare my love for her !
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