A vengeful heart, A tortured mind

Sometimes in following our mind we let go of our heart

In order to keep our sanity intact, we declare that it's time, they ought to part

And we persuade ourselves to forget we have this thing that exists to emote

We abandon it, labeling it as nuisance, locking it up somewhere remote

And then we morph into this social butterfly

Breaking away from a chrysalis of despair

The way we think, the things we feel

We master the art of living without a care

We turn into this well oiled machine

That knows how to breathe, when to smile

What to say when the occasion calls, and to even accept others full of guile

In this mechanical, melancholy world, we are but a fragment of what was once a whole

Shattered pieces of a shadow adrift without a soul

Then one ordinary day fate laughs!

It envies our resilience, that we have become strong enough to adapt

And then begins the arduous part

Where we are reminded almost mercilessly that yes, once upon a time, we did possess a heart

Strangely enough desertion did not turn it into stone

It did not unremember how to love or hate, after all this time of being left alone

But what about us?

The mirages that we have become

How are we to bear the onus of a beating heart?

What are we to do with these longlost emotions, with no seemingly plausible outcome?

We have learnt to listen to our brain

We have thrived this far staying one step ahead of pain

And so we are afraid to unlearn

To live in the same space as these sentiments ever present at every turn

Coping becomes paramount, and we try to embrace the new 

Not knowing what else a hollow shell of a being ought to do

But the heart secretly has a vendetta of its own

It curses the mind for having to spend all this time forgotten, forlorn

And thus the mind becomes a prisoner of poignant thoughts again

All the while wondering, who was at fault this time? Who should shoulder the blame?