Gaurav the writer#

If heart could speak, what it says. Perhaps what our mind does not allow or perhaps what rationality and morality does not permit. Perhaps there would have been much chaos and anarchy in the beginning but at the end everything will be fine and sorted. The disguise would have veiled off, the reality would have suffused and the console would have permanent. If heart could speak, perhaps we need not pretend anything to anyone as if we owe someone. The true color of people would have revealed. From disguised enemies to fake friends and relatives, everything would have been crystal clear. Perhaps we were little immature and perhaps we would have shun our comfort zone and tried something more practical. What if we have only few people to stand by, what if we have only few things to count upon and above all if we are free from the fear of losing true enemies but fake friends. If heart could speak perhaps there would have been no requirement of shoulders to cry upon, no secret to hide and no f

If I were Kipling, Frost or Longfellow, perhaps I would have poured my heart out at first. Or I would have said the harsh reality to make a bonding. And perhaps I would have been engrossed in deep sorrow and pain that requires a shoulder to cry or an ear to listen. I might have been intoxicated to tell the truth and fascinated to make it public. And perhaps I would have been dreaming but no longer the dream gets over and I lament of things I ever said or wrote. But above all, I am sober and contended of what I intend to. It’s always easy to spell the beans heatedly but it is rather difficult to remain poised to tell the truth spade a spade. It often begins with remorse and grievances but ends with veiling the truth and shallow believe of having everything fine at the end. It’s not a dream which will be over and after getting up I have to pretend of being someone who disguises being else. If I could reminiscence the folly of great minds, perhaps I would replicate of what they are great