Honey Everywhere?

Strange are the ways of the heart. A little glimpse can bloom it to ecstasy and a single gaze can burn it to ashes. Grasping onto those ashes, clinging onto every speck of hope, we mould a new statue, filling up the cracks, correcting all the faults and coating it with the gloss of wisdom; yet secretly hoping for some new form of insanity to wash it away. Our heart is like that sunflower that keeps searching for a new sun every morning to help it blossom. And, the problem is that there are far too many stars in the sky.

With the merest hint of a butterfly, we open up the gardens inside; not realizing that petals do wither. Yet, we hope, keep wishing for the rain, throughout the winter, just to glisten those wilted roses. Strange, isn't it, that the same song that helped you smile throughout the day can keep you weeping at night. Little balloons that your dreams were made of, fly away, just to be found on the pavement by some other kid. Frightening, isn't it, when you stare into nothingness just to avoid those eyes. Yeah, those eyes. But then, like a good ol' country song, our heart breathes itself back to life and turns itself so hopelessly blind, that the next thing you know it's found a new pair of eyes.

But in between those two glimpses, there's a time when the slightest whiff of a sudden downpour will have you scurrying outside because you know what it feels like to be free. A time when rooftops seem so inviting because you're a little closer to the stars. A time when music sounds sweeter than ever before. Then, suddenly, just as you begin to breathe, you hit the glass bowl and become the goldfish that you are. Without the gold, of course. Following your heart is like a walk in the woods. You almost drown in every river but then, sunshine feels even better on wet skin.

Our heart is like that pitiable stray that keeps searching for a new master at every corner and trust me, we are awfully good at making puppy eyes.

But, in spite of everything it does, your heart does teach you to live. The very heart that can kill you at times is the one keeping you alive. After all, it's your 'heartbeats' that feed magic to your soul, bring the glitter into your eyes and show you how beautiful life truly is.

And sooner of later, it is your heart that teaches you:



There's no such thing as a loyal dog.