Tag: heart

There isn’t much to say…

by Monika Dewan, posted in Life
Golden Childhood Years

Sometimes I scroll through my contact list,
Wanting to text or call…
Especially on the festival days,
Rakshabandhan and all…
I realize that there is so much to say…
And that, words would never be able to convey,
Causing this turmoil and pain,
Lot did I hide within me to appear sane.
As I think, I feel drowned in my own tears.
I remember those golden childhood years.
Those festivities, frolic and traditions,
My throat has a lump, I feel choked.
And…, I realize there isn’t much to say,
Anyways, words won’t be enough to convey…
The contact list is extensive,
And calls are free,
Time is imperative.
Life is ticking away.
I wait for the lump to clear.
Yes, I wait for some reasons to appear!
The network effectively connects, all our devices,
However, currently, the hearts are out of range!

Bottomless Pit?

by Monika Dewan, posted in Life
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For those hugs and kisses,
Love’s sweet nothings,
All the emotions,
Amounting to devotion,
Upon him, were bestowed.
His heart was big.
It still wanted more.
Dreams were big,
The desire for more.
High passions and intense craving.
For possessions and to be a somebody.
Yet, inspite of all effort,
And being surrounded by wonderful people,
And inspite all the motivation,
With all the reasons which could bring him possible victories…
That never happened;
Was it ever meant to be?
His heart was angry, lonely, and longing.
Craving for what? A mystery?
For what he thought would be provided by another,
It was his own soul’s yearning.
His heart was big,
Its yearning was bigger.
Everything that went inside it,
Disappeared infinitely,
Tenderness failed to affect him.
Undoubtedly, his heart was magnetic.
It pulled affection towards it. 
Even though, that heart waited for someone to stitch its damage,
Yet, whoever came close was pushed away.
For distance appeared safe.
Self-sabotage, though it was,
He knew no other way.
Only, if he could break this pattern.
Learning to give and receive love.
Feeling safety in closeness as in distance.
Rising in love, and not letting ego drown everything.
Accepting the uneasiness that comes with another’s close presence.
For love is unconditional, it is compassion.
Trusting someone enough to let things shift.
Till then, his heart with its emptiness is,
Nothing but a bottomless pit!

Love Thy Heart 💗

by Monika Dewan, posted in Uncategorized
Love Thy Heart!!!

When we talk of ♥ we associated with emotions like love. Is it really so ? There are lots of sayings….warm hearts, cold hearts, clean hearts, mean hearts, light hearts, sweet hearts… 💓

“Two hearts beat as one”, they say to those who are in love. While at loss of affection the “hearts get broken” , trouble makes one’s “heart bleed”.💔
Happiness makes “heart gladden” 💖. His “heart was in his mouth”, after having “gone out!” Sometimes the “heart is in highlands”. Sometimes “heart is all over the place”.💞
How does heart acquire a personality?
💘 When people meet, something happens, something goes boeing! Surely, it is the living, loving heart that react and gets excited at the sight of the beloved person. 💓

Damn it!! But heart is just a pump!

An automatic blood pumping machine that can be replaced! How come heart symbolize love? It is believed that we subconsciously remember our mother’s heart beat. So, heart was at first metaphor for motherly love and later became so for romantic love.💗

So what sends the signal of love through our bodies? Today in the age of science we know that it is Adrenal Gland!
The very idea is revolting!!!
Imagine adrenal gland-a little piece adhering to the kidneys.

It is hard to picture it on a Valentine!

The previous definition of love 💝 as “heart to heart connection” can now be replaced with-
“A renal-adrenal-cardiomuscular epithelial relationship between two pulmonary arteries…..”

Imagine a heart♥ beating, pulsing, flapping valves, opening and closing. How much does one owe to this little struggling thing. It’s alive, it’s working hard, nearly 100,000 times a day, it beats. It’s no doubt hardworking hero, an unappreciated friend, worthy enough to represent a sentiment like love♥ .

(Similar to what Shakespeare said)

My heart♥ goes to my ♥ heart and I must pause….till it comes back to me!