Beyond words.. Beyond lines..
All he did was… He looked at the sky, sporting a gleaming smile, oozing oodles of radiance. His eyes exuded pride. He waved at the awe-struck onlookers who witnessed the magic exhibited by the man. All this , when he was given the mike to speak. He was too overwhelmed to speak. He had just struck gold at the Wimbledon. Roger Federer’s emotions mightily overrode his way with words. That’s because the language of the heart is beyond lines…beyond words… ( Am citing Federer as an example because he is the current cynosure of a million eyes today.) Even pompous eloquence through words would be a meek replica of the true expression of the heart.
Shifting from one realm of emotion to another..As I was ambling across the other day, after yet another mundane, dreary day of work, an innocent pair of eyes, welled with tears, gripped with gloom, agonizingly slaughtered by sorrow.. Instantaneously seized my attention. Here I was, face to face, with a four-year-old girl, asking for alms. Here she stood, having lost her loved ones, orphaned and stranded to find her way through in this big, bad world. When tragedy strikes, with all ropes to glory severed, with the cup of woes overflowing, with your psychological frame brutally raped… a time when you lose your own self and soul.. (Tragedy” is a generalized and also, a relative term. Poverty, victimization by circumstances, excruciating discrimination at any, rather at all levels, and many more akin take shelter under the umbrella called tragedy. ) Well, to speak or write about the multitudinous travails might, rather, will create the lump in the throat; a tear or two will find its way down our cheeks… But the human emotion transcends the flow of ink.
Life ain’t a monotonous drone. We cruise through, we scrape through, we experience, we feel…emotions of varied, myriad hues. To realize the profundity of the emotion, it has to be felt. It invariably dwarfs the expression of the word. For, the language of the heart is beyond lines. Beyond words .The language of the heart cannot be surrogated!
Shifting from one realm of emotion to another..As I was ambling across the other day, after yet another mundane, dreary day of work, an innocent pair of eyes, welled with tears, gripped with gloom, agonizingly slaughtered by sorrow.. Instantaneously seized my attention. Here I was, face to face, with a four-year-old girl, asking for alms. Here she stood, having lost her loved ones, orphaned and stranded to find her way through in this big, bad world. When tragedy strikes, with all ropes to glory severed, with the cup of woes overflowing, with your psychological frame brutally raped… a time when you lose your own self and soul.. (Tragedy” is a generalized and also, a relative term. Poverty, victimization by circumstances, excruciating discrimination at any, rather at all levels, and many more akin take shelter under the umbrella called tragedy. ) Well, to speak or write about the multitudinous travails might, rather, will create the lump in the throat; a tear or two will find its way down our cheeks… But the human emotion transcends the flow of ink.
Life ain’t a monotonous drone. We cruise through, we scrape through, we experience, we feel…emotions of varied, myriad hues. To realize the profundity of the emotion, it has to be felt. It invariably dwarfs the expression of the word. For, the language of the heart is beyond lines. Beyond words .The language of the heart cannot be surrogated!
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