Delayed emotions or Emotional delay?

Why some emotions are delayed? 

Why some emotions are always felt after the cause or event that triggered that feeling is over? 

Why these emotions are felt only when it is a thing of the past?

Why these emotions are felt when it is all over and people that once mattered are lost?

Why these emotions are felt when one is helpless and nothing can be changed?

Why these emotions only knock our brains and hearts when we have more time and are all alone, but it's too late?

Are we too busy to embrace emotions in real time?

Are we too busy to stop everything to focus on our emotions and take actions based on our feelings? 

Is there no time to mourn, to cry or to just feel the pain once in a while? 

Is this not what makes us human? Is this not what brings loved ones together? Is this not what would keep us all connected?

Then, why busy lives, schedules, deadlines have taken over the emotional side of our  brains?

How are we now capable to pause emotions, not feel, ignore people that matter and please people that pay us?

It seems we have evolved to ignore and surpass drama and be hardhearted to focus on our jobs and societal demands.

Everyone is the same as if it is a collective evolution of humankind to become more selfish, brutal and emotionless. Is this the call of time? Is this what we need? Is this what is rewarded?

No wonder, people acting on emotional basis are called 'Emotional fools'. Why fools? Why not emotional intelligence? After all, it is not just heart but brain controls emotions too. Same brain that helps us with maths, statistics and other tough decisions. Then why underplay the emotional act of brain and praise the others?

Why there is a fear to say I am emotional today and I wish to embrace this emotion in its full capacity. How about saying 'I wish to know how much I can feel today? How much emotional can I get? If we say that, does that make us emotionally weak? Are emotions a weakness? Are emotional people weak? If yes, then the world is heading in the right direction. Like Darwin said, only the fittest and the strongest survive and if emotional human breed is a weak one then definitely we need to get rid of these emotional fools to become a stronger race for the brutal, competitive and 'eye for an eye' world. But, are human not the highly evolved species across all living beings? Are we also not the species with highly evolved emotions when compared with other species. So if universe had plans to weed out emotional fools then wouldn't that have happened already. But no, universe did not extinct us like dinosaurs, we are still here. In spite of being the most emotional of all species, we are still surviving. This can mean only one thing, that emotions play an important role in our survival and existence. Emotions are a set of tricky feelings that preserves humanity amongst humans and also, facilitates compassion for all living beings and towards each other. 

The world needs more emotional fools or rather, emotional intelligence. We need people to own their emotions and not be shy or feel weak about being emotional. We need people to ring work and say, 'I need a day off today as I am too emotional (either happy or sad) and I wish to take a moment to feel this'. At the same time, we also need bosses/elders/friends etc. who say, 'Yes. I understand. Embrace your emotions'. Only this would enable feeling emotions in real time and save us from delayed emotions and save us from regrets of not feeling things when it mattered the most !

Choices and Voices

Choices are voices in my head which often amuse
They go quiet when I have no clue
They make me choose, they make me refuse
They make me confuse, they are so damn profuse

Choices are two voices, very distinct and clear
Oh! But I hear one over the other in fear
They say 'you made the choice, Oh! you did it dear'
They steer life from one direction to another, far and near

Choice is made, it will later re-appear
They remind you, its you who did this dear !
Now the voices confess they never, never interfere
But change courses of destiny by changing the gear

Choices are actions, later everything will cohere
Later they flare and tell you a story with a tear
Now the voices are much louder, vivid and sincere
Choices are voices, they were always all here !
I thought they were the ones that never adhere
They appeared, reappeared and told me no dear !
It is you who chose me, when you were not clear
Be sincere and cheer and cheer !
I angered the choices, year on year,
But voices got sad and now they never volunteer !

Stories

Every interaction with every human you meet initiates a story. A story that has a proper beginning, middle and the end. Some of these stories are small, some are long. Some are sad, some are happy. Some are dramatic, some are humorous. Some are horrific, some are embarrassing. Some are romantic, some are adventurous. Some are blissful, some are dreadful. The fact is there is always a story. 

Some of these stories you would remember, some you might forget, some you would share with your children or may be if it is a very nice story, you might even remember to share it with your grandchildren. Some of these stories when reminisced might wet your eyes, some might make you smile, some might make you wonder or some might even embarrass or amaze you. 

However, two things are mainly important in these stories which link them to being remembered for long or not. Firstly, how you felt during the story and secondly, but most importantly, how it ended. Even if you felt nice during the story but if it ends badly, then these stories will not very likely find a place in the good side of your brain or heart. 

But there are few stories that made you feel nice and which even ended beautifully will result in life long friendship or a partner for life. But it is very important to remember that every story has drama, action, script and music. It also has actor, actress, supporting actors etc. It is up to you what you choose to be in your story - a hero or a heroine or a side actor. It is again up to you what you want to be in the story - a victim, an adventurer, a wanderer, a wild-life lover, an artist and so on. 

But most importantly all these stories also have an end. If it is not an end then the story is not complete yet, like they say. It is up to you whether you want that initial interaction that you began at the beginning of the story to last forever or end. 

Energy

I am made of Energy; My Energy is made of me.
I have the energy to heal, to feel, to deal.
I have the energy to smile, to style or to cross the river Nile.
I have the energy to cry, to try or to just say good-bye.
I have the energy to run, to have fun or to kiss a loved one.
I have the energy to concur, to conquer or to surrender.
I have the energy to weep, to bleed or to go for an eternal sleep.
I have the energy to fight, to shine bright and to be a Knight.
I have the energy to rule, to ridicule or to just be old school.
I have the energy to be beautiful, to be doubtful or to just be youthful.
I have the energy to fly, to try and to stare at the blue sky.
I have the energy to breathe, to succeed and to just hide for hours to read.
I have the energy to be a warrior and to cross any barrier.
I have the energy to write, to recite, to analyze and to synthesize.
I have the energy to win, to loose, to begin and to enjoy with a glass of gin.
I have the energy to conclude, to seclude or to just exclude.

I am Energy; My Energy is me.
I believe in Energy; My Energy believes me.
I change the Energy; My Energy changes me.
I win with my Energy; My Energy wins with me.
I need a path for my energy; My energy is the path for me.
I am made of Energy; My Energy is made of me.
I end my Energy; My Energy ends me.

Silence

Listen to the sounds of silence,
Every silence says a story, some glory or years of hard work in a stone quarry way down in the history.

Listen to the sounds of silence,
Every silence has some pains, some gains or some years that went in vain.

Listen to the sounds of silence,
Every silence has some fear, some drops of tears or shared smiles over a spilled beer.

Listen to the sounds of silence,
Every silence shares experience, perseverance or some years of patience.

Listen to the sounds of silence,
Every silence shows toleration, frustration or degradation.

Listen to the sounds of silence,
Every silence shows determination, stories of vacation or some love and expectations.

Listen of the sounds of silence,
Silence is musical, artistic, reflective, effective, decisive.

And, when you decide to listen to the sounds of silence,
Listen from your eyes,
Look into the eyes of the loving soul in front of you,
And you will see two souls dancing in the sound of silence.

Little Princess !!!

Hush !!! Little Princess, no more tears...

Let’s rise now to win all those fears...

Open those windows let that breeze seep in...

For how many days, thou still want to sulk in?

Please, Little Princess no tears for me...

As now thou shall see thy ceasing destiny...

Well soon all shall see what was on His mind...

Don’t worry darling, they will pay for it blind....

Let’s celebrate and rejoice our small victories...

As they have returned after many centuries...

Come on, Little Princess I can’t see u cry...

Why not thee have strength to try and try...

Pink Little Princess, don’t wreck these pearls...

They glow on thy cheek as an early sunrise...

I know it’s the end, but thou shall survive...

Thy fallen tear drop shines like a diamond in the sky...

Oh! Little Princess, Don’t do this to me...

As now I’m getting tired convincing thee...

I am in thou body, please listen to me...

I will be in thee, even if you don’t listen to me...

My Little Princess, why can’t I be?

The strength and the comfort that thee want me to be...

No shape, no structure, no face, no sound...

What can I say – I am your poor little SOUL...

Love

So many places,so many races.

Races fighting, clans igniting.

But still coven of love is together.

Knitted finely with strand of loyalty.

Is this the love that I look for in history?

Beautiful words of care and devotion.

Eyes seeing souls full of emotion.

Not wanting to die but live till eternity.

Is this the love that I look for a mystery?

Togetherness not of body but of souls.

Emergence of sights with no shores.

Flying together for the shades of trinity.

Is this the love that I look for a spirituality?

Not blinded by commitment or exposed by ceremony.

Rather tied together by strands of destiny.

In the presence of stars and nature's serenity.

Will thou hold my hand for journey to infinity?