White Night Moonbeams

Helen Keller had voiced through her musings, “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” The sacred spaces of our hearts is cloaked with beautiful yet melancholic, tender yet impulsive, pathetic yet hopeful sentiments that sometimes craves to be caressed and sheltered. And the reflections sketched are the strings of those spaces of our hearts. The picture painted in each story could be a panacea. Maybe the elixir of a crippled heart of a lover, a father, a friend or a person whose life battled through the rise and fall. Because it is said the emotion that could break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it. And when we are healed, those wounds are sealed; the love is locked inside us to soothe our troubles hearts. Heart is a fragile piece that could strangle with the cords of our mind. And each moonbeam reflects the storm that upsurges inside a human heart, the spell of flimsy yet fervent emotions and the upshot of those delicate pieces. A lesson of sentiments pressed in colorless pages to be savored and not be let go is inscribed amidst the musings of White Night Moonbeams .