Tears and Rain

“I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.”

James Blunt in his song certainly uses the metaphors to explain a lot many things through ‘Tears and Rain’. Life is also a combination of the two , I guess,in different situations. What’s  Rain for you , might be a Tear for another and vice versa.

We take endeavors, succeed and fail but we never stop. We are not stagnant. It is this continuity and flow which connects the three in one thread – Life, Rain and Tears.

“How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.”

In the epitome of moments we tend to trickle some water droplets. These bottled up emotions are a result we are considered sensitive. We are not just concrete exteriors plastered with fixed expressions. Since we possess the ability to ‘feel’ we reciprocate in varied ways. We are attached to a stimulus which gives automated responses but at times the reverse is so because that is how it is meant to be.

Circumstantial decisions are either obligatory or self created, but when they are made, they are made for a purpose which can never be explained. The hope rests where there is scope to elevate and remedy what is disoriented.

The joyous and the jovial can become the pruned and the one which are already in preservation can bloom as if freshly plucked. Life is vicious and at times absolutely bizarre but what keeps it going is it idea of fluidity.

There are situations, there are people and then its the Idea. What always stays is this entirety of wholesomeness in an Idea which is never going to change. It might co-exist, replicate or be absolutely original but its always going to walk hand in hand be it any season of struggle.

Where there is catharsis there is space for more. More in the sense of accommodation of anything and everything which is able to carve out something potential from the already ruined collective. If one fails, one fails at a transitory point but not in Life.

The larger picture is even when the paint spoils an almost made painting, it is still adding to the color scheme which not every individual can understand and appreciate. A special sight is required in appreciating what is rotten and filthy to senses.

“How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.”

Memoirs are for collection of lessons unknowingly learnt and thus come to test when they come out in the form of ‘Tears and Rain.”