The meaning of life is in-between the lines,
But the spaces between them are only stories,
Of broken hearts, of unrequited love and lost lovers,
For those ghosts of regrets, and of those countless unspoken words,
Haunt these forlorn lovers’ hearts with their weeping and waning,
Silence was their enemy and they stumbled into their graves themselves,
For they knew not; that believing those proverbs blindly would cost so dearly,
And that some things are not best left unsaid,
It is not the words but silence that kills you,
For the regret in your heart, will slowly desecrate your happiness,
And the silence of your love; will cause you to wither and die.
But telling her she was the one,
The precious sunshine of his life,
That she was an angel,
A blessing in disguise,
He thought she was his poem,
And brought his words to life,
That all signs led him,
Only to her door,
He poured his heart out,
So there remained no doubt,
But alas it wasn’t meant to be,
And it wasn’t silence or regret in the end,
But his own words that were the death of him.
– Advaita Inamdar
Last week, I happened to read a poem or quote on some blog (my apologies, as I can’t recall where :P) that implied that “some things are best left unsaid”. Silence is golden as the proverb goes, but when it comes to the matters of the heart; does it apply? There always two sides to a coin and so as I began thinking, these two poems came out as a result. Of course, here they both result in death; but that’s just me channelling my inner Shakespeare I suppose. 😉
Below are a few quotes that I agree with, that perhaps silence is not the best way forward when it comes to matters of the heart.
“I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.”
— C.S. Lewis
“Many times in life I’ve regretted the things I’ve said without thinking. But I’ve never regretted the things I said nearly as much as the words I left unspoken.”
— Lisa Kleypas
But what about the reality, that many people keep their feelings and emotions for someone the care about hidden in the depths of their heart. The truth and love in their heart never finds its way to their lips or in the form of words on paper. They never tell anyone and like some secrets, they take it to the grave with them. But, I feel that is a terrible way to live life. Not knowing, what would’ve happened if you had expressed the truth of your heart despite knowing the consequences.
“If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your life without ever looking back over your shoulder and wondering what might have been.”
— Nicholas Sparks
But, perhaps I fail to comprehend the logic behind their decisions. Perhaps saying what’s in your heart and mind does have tragic repercussions. You may stand to lose a friend or someone dear to you for life. Because sometimes telling the truth can be like burning a bridge, and once it’s done you cannot cross that bridge ever again.
And so my question to all of you dear friends is this, What do you feel is the best way to deal with matters of the heart? Is it better to be courageous and take the risks to find out what might happen or is our fear of losing someone that keeps us silent more righteous than the need to satisfy our mind’s curiosity and live with no regrets.
What do you think? Where do you stand? Please do share your thoughts and experiences; for I’m always looking forward to reading your views and having some enlightening conversations!
Cheers, your fellow blogger friend Advaita. 🙂
P.S.: I also want to share below two poems that always resonated with me, and are also relevant to my post above.
“In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.”
— George Gordon Byron
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
— Omar Khayyám
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