Commotion of Emotions

A heart of stone is something that everyone has, something that at some point one creates himself. It is necessary, but only the brave shed their stones later on; what comes after is a beautiful gem - A transformation of a lifetime. Often people get so addicted to their stone hearts that they absorb it forever, covering themselves with an angry, raging shroud. People grow angry on things they cannot do for themselves - against themselves; The biggest barrier is the own soul, not something external. Hearts of Stone With hearts of stone we carry on, Weak imbeciles pretending to be strong, Cover the horrors with laughter or anger, Pretending to be intrepid to danger. But even hearts of stone need to moan, Not with comfort, but all alone, Tears in them the world shall never see, Even when they drown in the sea of misery. Hearts of stone eventually fall - joining other stones, After a wretched life of blood and bone, They are not easy to spot in

Another work of fiction, filled with subtlety, just as I would have it. A short narration through which I've tried to strike a balance between the importance of life and death. Hope you will like it. The Ghost At The Funeral I pushed open the colossal black doors and at once felt the chill that covered the well laid hall. Huge pillars and colourful glasses-windows could grasp a soul and contain it. But the affair that grasped my attention was the silence in a hall filled with an impeccably dressed mass. It was painfully silent some would like to say, but I would agree only with the silent part - it was not painful for me. I had no answers for where I stood or why I stood or even where I came from! All I knew was that I had to be there – some unheeded feeling from the inside told me this. What was more eerie was the fact that no one, even for once, looked at me. Not even a faint spell of inquisition on the masquerades of men and women. I stood at the door for some time