Why our hearts no longer sing?

It’s a struggle when it comes to finding one's place in society, let alone allow your heart to sing to the tunes that you’ve always wanted it to. Days cataclysmically vanish into the envelopes of night, and nights slowly propel into sleepless recitals. And the infinite loop of darkness is what overwhelms the race.

The room which has not seen happiness in over a year and the soul which breathes inside it’s tender arms are both trying to cheer each other up but to no avail. And the skies have been selectively emptied as if the heavens too are in despair.

And misery, my love, is the only thing that is true. Happiness is just a construct that consistently fades when presented with the truest extremes of life. And if life is not lived in its truest state, then what is the meaning of even being alive?

Today, it seems like our shadows have become more powerful than us. The static, unrevealing shades and the voiceless strings which define its beauty. There is no pain there, just moments of ‘nothingness’ which is enough to capture our imaginations. How to, compared to the real us, when the only thing true about us is the bipolar cloud that hovers over us everywhere we go?

Misery is alluring and all the artists are falling, looking faintly at the uncaring curtains, O look at the stage, it is dark yet we are all performing.

Every song has already been sung so all that we do is fall in love with the ones that melodize melancholia or rekindle the memories of the past. Is it not?

Our journey is riddled with the tunes of regret right from the moment we are consciously aware of our existence. I do not know why, I do not know how, but I know that it is.

If you had the magical key to suddenly unlock the ‘great tomorrow’, ask yourself for a moment and be candid with yourself—whether happiness is all that you would design in the ‘new’ tomorrow into the lives of everyone around you.

Before being elevated by such a possibility, how could we even forget that the keys to tomorrow are with us every day but we seem to be too comfortable with thinking that it is not? And all that we do is live the same notes of anguish every day thinking that there is no escape. Isn’t that the greatest tragedy of humankind?

What did we change when the only thing that we could was everything?

The music is not dull, it never was. It's just we have forgotten that misery too is part of life. It is poetry in the making. And that, right there, is far from being dull.

-Yogesh Chandra