18th February, 2014.
“Won't somebody tell me?
Answer if you can,
I want someone to tell me
What is the soul of a man??
What is the soul of man? I don’t know. As a fact, no one does. They only interpret. Humans, when they run out of answers, turn to interpret things, does not matter if they are right or not. It would be an overstatement if I say I tried to find the answer to steven sterns’ question. Not being any different from others, I too tried to interpret, and to be truthful, I am sure mine won’t be different from the other.
In almost every theological explanation, it is said, the soul is the fragment of the Supreme Being. I won’t delve into that much intellectuality, I am not that good, but it’s more than that. It has to be. Or how else can we explain the little voice in the back of our head? The voice that rules out the dilemmas of head and heart, and shows the way. The one who bares itself to all the atrocities of worlds, the pains and hurt inflicted by every other person, yet walks with nonchalance. With all the bleeding wounds, it dwells quite deliberately in the places where a scar would be inevitable, yet doesn’t back off, just to search a light of happiness and hope. And perhaps, it searches the better half of itself, which also bears the same wounds. And for whom? The mind which is cold and precise, and the heart, whose opinions are hardly relevant in these days, a caged bird. Irony is we never listen to the soul. We tend to forget that the voice of soul is always the amalgamation of the voices of head and heart together, who by the way do not go along always. We are so afraid of things, of results, that we deliberately take the wrong choice, with reluctance.
And as it happens, in that process, we turn cold, loose the compassion, wear mask, a façade of happiness and carry on with a fake smile. The soul, as I have felt at times, tries to cry out, but the sheer cruelty of our decisions asphyxiates it. And in due course of time, we, or the soul to be precise, loose some great powers. We turn a blind eye to the cries of our heart who seeks love and freedom, loose the power of raising a dead from grave. So much so, we even ignore the cries of another heart which is either lost or is dying. We have became cruel, monsters. We love to kill both the souls, that tendency is like being addicted to drug abuse. And we do not want help, denying the fact that something is lost or dead inside. And I find those people liars and cowards, who claim to listen to the soul, as they are almost always visibly taking wrong and devastating decisions, depriving us of love. Soul is never wrong. I know this, because I have seen or done all of these. I too was cold, without empathy, remorse and compassion. Or I still am! We are losing the touch.
My soul is lost, mind is on the verge of a criminal lunacy and heart is beating in a shattered state. But then, I won’t bother my supposed readers with my trivial rants. Nobody cares.And why should they?
The reason is simple regarding all these…we all are searching for the soul’s answer; or the soul itself…maybe this will keep us reminding not to ignore when either comes.
Regards.
“Won't somebody tell me?
Answer if you can,
I want someone to tell me
What is the soul of a man??
What is the soul of man? I don’t know. As a fact, no one does. They only interpret. Humans, when they run out of answers, turn to interpret things, does not matter if they are right or not. It would be an overstatement if I say I tried to find the answer to steven sterns’ question. Not being any different from others, I too tried to interpret, and to be truthful, I am sure mine won’t be different from the other.
In almost every theological explanation, it is said, the soul is the fragment of the Supreme Being. I won’t delve into that much intellectuality, I am not that good, but it’s more than that. It has to be. Or how else can we explain the little voice in the back of our head? The voice that rules out the dilemmas of head and heart, and shows the way. The one who bares itself to all the atrocities of worlds, the pains and hurt inflicted by every other person, yet walks with nonchalance. With all the bleeding wounds, it dwells quite deliberately in the places where a scar would be inevitable, yet doesn’t back off, just to search a light of happiness and hope. And perhaps, it searches the better half of itself, which also bears the same wounds. And for whom? The mind which is cold and precise, and the heart, whose opinions are hardly relevant in these days, a caged bird. Irony is we never listen to the soul. We tend to forget that the voice of soul is always the amalgamation of the voices of head and heart together, who by the way do not go along always. We are so afraid of things, of results, that we deliberately take the wrong choice, with reluctance.
And as it happens, in that process, we turn cold, loose the compassion, wear mask, a façade of happiness and carry on with a fake smile. The soul, as I have felt at times, tries to cry out, but the sheer cruelty of our decisions asphyxiates it. And in due course of time, we, or the soul to be precise, loose some great powers. We turn a blind eye to the cries of our heart who seeks love and freedom, loose the power of raising a dead from grave. So much so, we even ignore the cries of another heart which is either lost or is dying. We have became cruel, monsters. We love to kill both the souls, that tendency is like being addicted to drug abuse. And we do not want help, denying the fact that something is lost or dead inside. And I find those people liars and cowards, who claim to listen to the soul, as they are almost always visibly taking wrong and devastating decisions, depriving us of love. Soul is never wrong. I know this, because I have seen or done all of these. I too was cold, without empathy, remorse and compassion. Or I still am! We are losing the touch.
My soul is lost, mind is on the verge of a criminal lunacy and heart is beating in a shattered state. But then, I won’t bother my supposed readers with my trivial rants. Nobody cares.And why should they?
The reason is simple regarding all these…we all are searching for the soul’s answer; or the soul itself…maybe this will keep us reminding not to ignore when either comes.
Regards.
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