The Inexpressible

We have all experienced that moment, more times than one, when we are left with nothing to say. It could be for shock, fear, happiness et al. It’s not uncommon for a person to experience this feeling of inexpressibility.

          The thoughtlessness or amazement from a certain situation leaves us with no words to describe the feeling. It is happening to me right now. Trying to express my views on the ‘Inexpressible’, I have thoughts oozing from those gray cells but framing it into sensible and ordered paragraphs of sentences, I’m facing a difficulty.

          Coming down to actually expressing your love for your family and friends, you realize that it is not as easy as you had imagined; and reacting to those very expressions of love is equally demanding. When you get what you want (especially materialistic), and just how you like it, the happiness in you is overflowing. You can scream and shout, say a thank you and smile, but literally expressing how you’re feeling at that instant is not easy, you say you’re happy even when you know its more than just happiness.

          And then there are those bad times too, of anger, hate and resentment, which is a tad bit easier to express than love ( I do not know why!), are disturbing you. You let it out very easily, at times in ways that you couldn’t have imagined, which leads to regret. Another great inexpressible. You say sorry, in one way or another, even when you know you mean more than a mere sorry. That’s when you feel, you wish, you could actually express all the regret in your heart. The funny thing about regrets though is that they come from things you wish you had done and those you wish you didn’t.

          But again, if everything was possible and if you could say just what you want and react just how you feel, I assume things would be less interesting. That hint of mystery, in the silence or the smile, if it said everything we felt, life would lose its charm; and drops of water would not run down your cheeks when you are happy beyond imagination, but only when you are sad and dark.