The mind thinks plenty although barely anything one could gain.
So I guess that’s why they’re called matters of the heart and not mind….
Heart… one of the simplest things you will ever find…
Its simple.. not complicated.. not full of trickery or deception
It simply says I do or I don’t…. without confusion…
Today my mind is creating impediments for my heart to beat…
But somehow the heart plays hide and seek
And before you can realise… it gets its way …
And You only experience subtle hints of glee and glow all day…
For there are these little little things… so dear… so naïve… That it makes you do…
After ages today I feel the way I do…
Its honest… independent and still a little meak…
But with aspirations… hopes… and dreams to exceed…
The heart has half a mind to weep and sob….
Hard to understand why my heart would throb….
Mann to hai ki tumhe jeb mein rakh ke ghumun…
Par darr hai ki it will smother you…
Tumhare nikalte hi mann karta hai tumhe wapis bula lun…
Par bahaane kahaan… bas dhoondti hi rehti hun….
If you could JUST ONCE read my eyes….
They speak oodles… I sure don’t have the voice or the words which are wise..
I am just like any other girl I realise...
Justifying to myself why I let go of all things wise...
I might not have ten things to prove this bubbly notion...
Just two are enough to keep my mind at play and in commotion...
But how easily befooled are we
That the invisible we start to see...
That the unsaid we start to hear...
And that the unreal we begin to fear...
Yet my dear heart has heart indeed...
It finds another excuse, be there or not a need...
There isn’t much logic you or I can rightly demand...
For the heart has reasons... that reason does not understand....
