The Sounds of Tranquil...

We hardly take time off from this restless world to be with ourselves. There is so much inside of us to explore, there is so much unknown, unseen, unheard things that await that wait inside of us for a vent to voice our thoughts. One of them is tranquility. We are full to the brim with emotions bestowed upon us emotions like love, hate, happiness, jealousy, pain and others. But there is a part of us deep down inside which is shallow which is empty which is alone. Seldom we take time off to be with that part of ourselves. We are all the time so busy running around fighting and struggling for our survival. At times if we glance beyond ourselves, look above the horizon, stare at a petal or a wayside pansy we’ll find there is much to life than just survival. We realize the shallow whole when we are in pain. When some agony rips apart our heart, when the sweetest dreams are lost, and when hopes lie dead. In this dark dismal lonely corner of our heart lie some agonizing memories. An act of betrayal, a scene of horror, or some humiliation. They are wounds, sorrows, festering sores that should be healed closed or cauterize, but continue to haunt. At times when we find ourselves nowhere it’s the time to go back to our tranquil self. There are times when we feel steamrolled by the crushing fists of guilt, deceit and disillusionment, where things don’t always have a perfect ending, where guilt gnaws at one’s peace of mind and one’s confidence wavers. These things can mercilessly rip apart someone’s normalcy. There are times when truth seems stranger than fiction and we hate to admit to honesty. Its that time when we give up and listen to what our heart says. This land of “Eldora do” lies deep inside our heart.
We all go through the trials and tribulations of life. As they say if you didn’t have knocks and disappointments in life, if you haven’t been blooded you are probably not a whole person. It’s the effect of making us little heartless, little cynical, which is all good coz we need that protection. When the Lord of Silence, the Supreme Lord of Desolation infuses in mankind the grandeur of melancholy, the divinity of loneliness, the purity of evil, the paradise of pain there’s still a part of us where hope files and takes shelter. We may fail to snatch a rainbow up on the sky, but we can never stop hoping. Hope is immortal and beautiful and anything that is beautiful can never fade into nothingness, it’s an idea in the mind and as such is not subject to the laws of death and decay, which govern the material universe. What is destroyed is the human capacity of perceiving hope. In the gloom of error, ignorance, and strife which envelopes mankind the human organs of perception are obscured and cannot endure the white radiance of that eternity with which the sublime ideas exist.
So even if the world becomes a spiritually gloomy desert, dark, storm ridden, suffused with mist, we should keep our eyes open to see that arched beyond the mortal sight is the divine light, the eternal ray of hope. So when sorrows hits us hard and our lives becomes a Necropolis cast away by pathos and agony, it’s time to take a closer look at ourselves, listen to our tranquil corner and hope, coz at the end we know in life we can never loose everything, it’s just that we haven’t won it yet….