THE DEVIL’S BALLROOM

Some say I’m blessed. Very few know about the curse I carry.

“He sat in the extreme corners of his confined heart.
His emotions couldn’t be controlled anymore
nor could his weeping heart pretend to smile from ear to ear.

His past had left little to be happy about
And his future,fortunately seemed vague.
He buries his face in the pillows of heartbreak
And wonders where it all went wrong.

She dances in the ballroom with devils
Pretend angels they were, stooping down
Picking up broken pieces and fragile tears
And drowning themselves in the blood of the innocent
Her heart bleeds rather than her soul
She buries her face in the pillows of doom
And wonders where it all went wrong.”

WHEN TWO HEARTS “CONNECT”

I start with one of the faintest memories of mine which left me wondering about how useless I could be when I met someone with whom I could easily speak over the phone with,in person.

Conversations are the best way to let your emotions out. “They” told me that. We live in an age where texting and chatting is presumably more easier than having a face to face conversation. Again, “They” call it awkward silence. Two tense souls and two disturbed hearts that do not know how to make use of their hands nor their mouths when they meet in person.

I will call this awkward silence as ‘zero practice’ because that is exactly what it is.

While texting over the phone, you have an option of choosing what she wants to read. If you don’t know what she wants, you have ample time to look over it. There is this huge wall between you and her. It allows you to not only hide your true expressions, but also to fake it. It also stops one from locking eyes with the other. That way, many true emotions are either left unsaid or diluted. Hence, practice is lost.

We realise this error in the talking pattern only when we meet each other and we are at a loss for words. Not because she’s beautiful, but because we don’t have an idea what to say. We can’t even compliment her beauty. It is at this point that we begin to fumble to get the right words out, praying and hoping that she might forgive you. We lack the skill of judgement to ensure the proper filter of our thoughts that end up escaping our mouths. We even end up not saying what is ideal, something that we would have no problem with while texting her.

Experts will give you many suggestions to overcome this dilemma. I would give a simple yet effective one at that. The best way out of this pit that you’ve dug, would be to overcome this texting addiction and build upon that beautiful relationship using true emotions. Use words from the heart and not the mind. At the end of the day, speak whatever you truly feel like and mean to say. Above all, practice! Throw in a little bit of expression into that basket as flavour and voilà! You’ve mastered the perfect recipe to overcome that overrated awkward silence barrier.

I took months to figure this out. Whatever I did, I am putting it down here. I hope it helps.