SINGLEDOM : OF A HEART.

The curse of Loneliness is Singledom.

That, which is a gift of being unattached and free.

Oblivious of responsibilities and encumbrances’.. of duties, tasks, goals and aims both material and financial.

Feeling the wind on the face; an emotion supposedly associated with being free..

The freedom to take any decision irreverent of costs, risks and adventures, shores or coasts, mountains or valleys, benefits or priorities.

The ability to swing on a swing or relationships,

So long as one is free and unattached, only.

Because attachment is the catch.. that trigger which springs the trap.

The one factor which can be the bane of all of the described emotions and freedoms,

Sound the ‘knell for Singledom..

‘Coz attachment spells affection.

Affection, longing.

Longing, Company.

Company, dependency.

Dependency, pining.

Pining, Loneliness.

That squeezing of emotions from the swollen heart,

Like a freshly soaked cloth from a bucket, regurgitating water being wringed out, which earlier it greedily lapped up.

Melancholy that wraps you like a cloak of Viscount of Transylvania.

And the hour is late and forever dark in sync with his Excellencies infiltrations.

When nothing but nothing interests any atom of existence or body, leave alone mind.

Except the all pervading gloom and darkness, like the smell and sight of flowers in a vase, past their youth and glory.

But who can control the heart..

It has a habit of slipping out quietly, unnoticed on tip toes..

and wandering off into the night, eroding sleep

returning in the day, yet leaving us in a trance..

wanting, longing and pining for that, other,

half of the pair or simply the company of whom we take for granted.

Must we control the Heart ?

For is it not the very basis of existence,

Of peace and many a war,

Of lives and many an epic,

Of generations gone and yet to come ??

Of verse, in turn lyric,

Of song and ballad,

Of music and symphony,

Of longing and love,

Of Religion and faith..

Of mysticism and beliefs,

Of emotions and returned feelings,

Of finding prose in rain and sunshine,

Of finding meaning in life’s exhilarations and tragedies,

Of finding a new color, a new meaning, a new rhyme and rhythm,

Of finding reasons to smile, joke and dream..

For that and that alone, must we let the heart, go..

Go to find its Soul mate and home !!

Fortunate are those who do.

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