A broken heart and a rotten mind is a lethal combination. Yes, but for destruction. You heard it right. Destruction! If you thought musing over a love affair, feeling saddled by the thoughts of long lost lover, shedding tears on your fate and passing days in his memory is a great thing to do, then joggle yourself. Jolt your brain, straighten your nerves, untangle your veins, bathe your medulla – now think. Think of what you lose as you sit distressed and oblivious to surrounding immersed in that once romantic and unconstructive love story?
Pain! Pain! Relentless pain! Pop it out, let it go. It floods and devastates your inner being, cripples your senses and threatens the ray of hope. The irresistible sea of sorrow is calm yet violent, dangerously alluring. It kills you slowly and gradually without letting anyone know, just like slow poison, venomous to the core, swallows its prey. You are dead before you could know. Pooh! Lights go out; extreme darkness. You rot in your own rut. You die a silent death. A martyr in love fit to be despised.
Heart and mind are lock and key to all your problems – problems arising from one gets solved by other. But if both get rusted, you shriek in soundless pain and grieve over your own death. It’s like suffering from cancer and knowing your days are numbered. You lie on the pyre of love and get up half burned, every day. Caught between the devil and the deep sea you flutter like an insect with burned wings.
An incessant pain gnaws at your inner being. You lose your lustre, resilience and malleability. Like a piece of lead you live – sans emotions, sans feelings, sans optimism and sans life. You vegetate and decompose just like vegetables hidden underneath its growth, unnoticed and disappears.
Ceaseless pain and suffering are good, only if you can control them. Hold it tight, rein it and ride. Choose to love and live and not love and die.