Heart breaks.. A topic that rules the world of fiction. The cinema loves it, the writers give it so much of stardom and center stage. Be it the classics or the contemporary, tragedies out stand the happy endings. It’s also correct that melancholy is regarded closer to the heart than the joy ones.. Dealing with the heart break is a strength that cannot be defined with words. There are emotional wretchedness and baggage that haunt us…
Whilst we try to cope up with the emotional turmoil, there are physiological effects on breakups.. Some usual symptoms are loss of appetite and nonchalance in everything.. But.. The word heart break attacks the heart too..
Known as the broken heart syndrome, it occurs when we are seriously emotionally stressed..many times mistaken to be an heart attack.. The phrase “My heart skips a beat ” is manifested by this..
So heart does get hurt.. It not only pumps blood all over the body, it circulates love. The rhythm of the heart is not a mere sign of existence.. It’s a sign of love.. The systolic and diastolic actions are actually the signals of love.. The medical world may call me a moron.. But.. Every rhythm of my heart chimes her name, It repeats the same, For eternity it’s the same..
The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I