Silence..!

It is so often when our mind and heart takes a rift from the regular hustle of life, a quiet state that lay a path for the heart to speak to our soul. That is when we learn the extent of our own emotions and see our own colors. The gap or the state is so delicate that often gets broken by the bustling life; the gap is ‘silence’. When the entire world buzz on their own actions and passes comments on other’s in vain, my heart yearns for the belittle gap called silence where it would be just me and my heart. That niggling gap allows me to understand who I am because that is when I remove the mask which I’ve been wearing all day long, faking smiles and forcing laughter. We act human with no humanity inside which is revealed by our heart through the language of silence. It reveals our true colors…our true selves. Only when we develop an unhindered knowledge of the language we can contemplate ourselves than anyone could.
 

Silence speaks louder and unclouded. Silence speaks when truth stands helpless. Silence speaks when eyes meet the soul. Silence speaks when you are irreparably hurt from inside. Silence speaks when you are unconditionally happy. Silence speaks when you understand yourself. Silence bridges the gap between good and bad, best and worst. That silence comes between lightning and thunder, pain and happiness, expectation and reality. The duration may be trivial but the effect it brings could not be verbalized. Even there have been a second of silence before the ‘Big Bang’.
 

Silence is a state that is gifted to the beings to comprehend ourselves and that silence before any critical decision will help you cross the hurdle. It occurs every now and then but we are void of giving time to that. Silence is the only way to communicate to your soul. It is not a state of being speechless but a state of being rapt. It speaks louder when souls communicate. Silence is an emotion. Silence is the language of love. Silence is divine. Silence is purity. Silence is wisdom. 
 

Innocence is Bliss.!

It was raining out and I just got into the bus to my home after a visit with my bestie subsequently quite a long time. A mother with her 3-4 yr old daughter sat near me; while I was engrossed into my favorite band’s songs I felt a fragile hand touching mine. It was the small girl sitting beside me. As she was enjoying the breeze that brushed her face with a gentle kiss, she was exceedingly gleeful with no pinch of worries in her innocent face. I for a moment wished ‘Time Machine’ was true, as I saw the child free from this unending and unstoppable run of ours. The bus has got diverseness among its passengers with two adolescent girls before us who were frustrated about the wind messing up their hair and teens who were enjoying the travel with equal wits on their visual aspect in the very own girlish way. There were adults who have just completed their shopping chattering about the attires with their bulky shopping bags, and I had this young woman sitting beside me who innocence made me feel desperate.

 

She was waving hands to the people outside the bus with no fear…may be that is the gift of innocence I cerebrated. She was unaware of what this ambivalent society has got in store for her. She was wholly devoid of hustling over what this life is about. She was completely innocent of all these bitter truths that made her life beauteous. For now she is a child but tomorrow she is going to be a woman whose life is a trial by fire in this male chauvinistic society, she may or may not be dependent but inadvertently she is a puppet in the hands of this society. But all these trials were blurred in the innocent smile of hers. Wish I had never grown up because I want to go back to the time when innocence was natural, because innocence is bliss.