For Humans don't deserve hearts.

Yes,People suck.they all do.
And It's ironic that lazy,sluggish creatures like Humans should be blessed with so well developed a heart.you know?
The poor thing works overtime,to keep us pumping and alive.
It beats once every 0.8 second,to make sure it races to have more heartbeats than there are number of seconds in minutes!
Yes,Sir,that's how much it takes to have a normal heart rate at all.
Even when it relaxes,it's making up plans for getting back into action soon.
We use adjectives such as broken,and foolish for this highly underrated,effective MUSCLE(!) which can not only be never broken,but also almost impossible to deter.
I mean,cut the poor thing some slack already! It pumps and ticks like crazy whenever your dear brain tells it that you're having an emotional outburst,an adrenaline rush...making it work more than overtime.
Yes,your heart can handle more than you will ever be aware of.
You know,now the phrase "work with all your heart" makes more sense to me.
And as my Biology teacher once said "Imagine our fate,if the coronary artery decided to say hello only to certain parts of our hearts."
That's just a euphemism for WE'D ALL DIE!
I know,y'all probably think this is just an excuse of a post for me to show off about my Biology basics,but,Nah.
Okay,fine.I am showing off,a little.Deal with it,now.
My posts are on the heart-y side these days.

Gratitude rocks.

Because there is always,always something to be thankful about.
and that's an awesome pun on the word "rocks",if you din't notice.B|
How is it a pun at all? Because there are these pebbles called as gratitude rocks,I've read about them somewhere.and this might sound real bizzare,but take a pebble,give it to someone who need it and tell them it's blessed.They will hold onto it and pray,wish on it,and it will work.So,that's the whole concept.Might sound pretty lame,but the truth is,we all need to believe in something.

The First Day Of Summer.

 
It's here,summer.
The weather,not the holidays,though.
The sun was strong enough to roast potatoes,today.
Somehow,summer doesn't taste the same anymore.I mean,My skin still turns blood red by the parching sun,and I still eat cubes of ice straight form the refrigerator,on the sly.
But it's...it's just different now.I don't feel all enthused and vivacious,this summer and even as I write this,I can feel myself burning up,as if I have a constant fever.My palms are a little sweat,like when I get nervous.
And I'm freaking exhausted for no reason,at all.I mean,all I do these days is lie around like Hippopotamus and stare at the television screen,but my body hurts..my spine,my neck,me elbows,my calves..all of it,exhausted.
and I look like I've been attacked in a zombie apocalypse and I haven't slept for an aeon,although I've been sleeping more than I should be.
I know I probably sound like just another hypochondriac,but I need summer,I need time off.I need this to be way better than it looks at the moment.
I have to make this summer livelier than this,and I shall try.Lest,my efforts go in vain,summer's around again,the happiest time of the year for me.

Haven.

When will we quit,
Hiding in houses shaped like shoeboxes?
When will we stop,
letting the money override the heart's deepest desires?
When will we dare to dream,
and watch the world glow with the brilliance it does with inside our minds?
When will we stop peering through the masks we wear,
and shun them for our real selves instead?
When will we decide that it's finally time,
to stop this violence,this bloody grime?
 When will we finally switch on television sets,
to watch not the stories of young lives destroyed,dreams shattered..but hope instead?
When will we put an end to hurting,terrorizing,
Destroying this haven we once called home?
Our souls have grown,thin as muslin,now.
All the pain filters through,as if our hearts were cold and blue.
When will we rebuild our souls of steel,again?
To live to see  our molten hearts shine through?

"Not even a little bit,not even at all."

Murmurs Of The Heart.

 
Last night,I had this brilliant shining light hit me so quick,before I could recover,it was a wonderful,wonderful feeling...I learned about a disease I had known about for a while,but not actually realised it.It's an extremely beautiful phenomena...discovering something you've always known,but realising that you din't know it for what it actually was.It's sort of like Serendipity,which is accidentally discovering something you always wanted to,but not exactly so.
"Murmurs Of The Heart,"a beautiful phrase it is,also happens to be the name of a heart defect.
It is the sound the heart makes,instead of the lub and dub that's considered healthy,when the valves that close to produce these sounds don't work well,then there are only murmurs,instead of the actual sounds.
So,basically it's a condition of leaky valves,so the murmurs are produced when there is blood flow turbulent enough to make these sounds audible.
Beautiful,isn't it?
I sort of knew that it had something to do with a disease,because a few years ago I had watched this old French film of the same title,and at the time,had be awed at the beauty of the title..but I had watched it more so,for it was a pretty old movie,like from the early 70's..it was about this boy growing up in burgeois surroundings in Post World War-II France.They hear him having a heart murmur,after a bout of Scarlet fever..so they send him to this santitorium,where he has the time of his life,or that's how much I remember of the plot,anyway.
At the time,I knew nothing about the functioning of the Human heart,nor did I know what a pun meant and now it makes so much more sense to me.
Do we ever really stop learning,at all? :D

"I'm falling for your eyes,but they don't know me yet."

I am but trying to learn the creases that form your lips when they smile to show...the string of pearls,radiating mirth.
I am yet,trying to comprehend the miracles that are your dimples,the darling little dents of delight that accompany your incandescent smile.
And your eyes,mere slits,hidden in which,are your ember irises..full of mischief and eloquence.
That smile of yours,baby, is beautifully eternal,and that glint in your eyes is all the light my world needs.
If  only I could love you,and you were to be mine.

Oh,These Little Little things!

Hello,my imaginary readers! It's been quite some time,hasn't it? Sorry to keep you waiting!
I can explain,you see.
I have been a wee bit busy being consumed in nothingness.(I'm not even sure what that means.)
Once again,I have regained my love for all day-long naps..and when I'm not doing just that,I watch pink clouds at sunset,strewn across like bits of cotton candy chucked into the vastness of the sky.
And just then,I begin to speak,the words unsaid.
They make so much sense to me,the conversations in  my head.
...
The first time ever,that I actually opened up about  the darker spaces in my mind,I was fourteen..and it doesn't seem too long ago.
I know how most people think I'm a depressed soul.When they look at me they see this girl,they once knew as a happy teenager,distancing herself from the world.
What they don't notice though,is the little little changes that  I make with each new dawn.The little triumphs that I live for.

They can't see yet,that I wake up with a smile most mornings.
They don't know the prayers in my head,each night..of gratitude and hope.
They're oblivious to the happy places and visions in my mind,
They don't see that I learn and grow,stronger with each new wind.
They don't know,That I have learned to dance like no one is watching,to stop and smell the roses,to speak impromptu in a crowd of strangers without dying of premature ventricular contractions.
And most of all,they don't know that I have learned that it is okay to screw up sometimes.
For these are just little little secrets that I keep,and soon,I might as well let someone in on them.:)