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crazy thoughts in the middle of the night-III

was taking ma cousins studies the other day! she was muggin up this poem tat went

"Crying only a little bit
is no use. You must cry
until your pillow is soaked!
Then you can get up and laugh.
Then you can jump in the shower
and splash-splash-splash!
Then you can throw open your window
and, “Ha ha! ha ha!”
And if the people say, “Hey,
what’s going on up there?”
“Ha ha!” sing back, “Happiness
was hiding in the last tear!
I wept it! Ha ha!”!!"

when i first heard it, i wondered which crazy person wud think of putting a poem like tat in the 5th std text book!

thinkin over it now.. it feels right!

we speak of controlling emotions, of holding them, holding ourselves, but its more impt to let go sometimes!
rightly to cry out til ur pillow is soaked! to sob n yell and to scream like hell..
to pray, to curse, to get it all out of u!

we bottle up feelings, till either some day the explode, or lose context. but they stil remain within, cos we keep holdin on to them!

tears are not a sign of being weak or vulnerable.. its more like a gush of water to cleanse ur heart!
like first rains.. that wash off the heat, n bring peace n cool!

i particularly liked the last line...
Happiness was hiding in the last tear!
I wept it

Comments

Anonymous said…
Awesome post... and so true. it really is a relief to put your feelings out and just let go. it feels very light... loved this part...

tears are not a sign of being weak or vulnerable.. its more like a gush of water to cleanse ur heart!
manchit said…
but when do ya actually knw dat da last tear was out???
how long are u gonna keep cryin????
nishi said…
u knw it man... u jus knw it!!!!!

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