Rays of the Lady Dawn

It's a very beautiful experience when the heart starts speaking. Heart is not just an emotional centre. It's not something that is impalpable, sitting somewhere within. 

Heart has eyes, ears, nose, tongue.. and a touch as well. The best thing is that it has a great capability to speak. One only needs to have an ear to hear one's heart.
 

Heart undergoes lots of experiences.. it listens, tries to make meaning of it.. understands, leads. During break-points it sheds tears. It is very painful to hear it crying. It cries like a baby. It responds to the world in its own way.
 

We feel that heart is ours but most of the times we clearly understand that it is a wrong perception. We often are unaware of many things related to heart. It's our own but very much unfamiliar, sometimes scaringly  strange to digest. Often we fail to understand our own heart needs and inner atmosphere. It leads to negative experiences but sometimes it is positive. It is a true friend which thumps and bumps accordingly to the kinds of situations that arise.

My heart has been a very honest companion of mine. I have never neglected it.  I have always lead an honest ear to it. Life had been sweet, sour, salty, bitter and spicy as well. My heart responded accordingly. And my ear never failed to send a message to my hand which immediately picked up pen. I never failed to write whatever my heart wanted to express.. so here are all the records of the inner self. 

Some of these are heavy.. some lighter and yet others crispy. But all of them hold equal amount of life in them and lot of truth. They are my true feelings which came as a response to many different situations in life. Honesty has been the only policy I have dealt with, as regards to my heart.
 

So, here are the doors that open into honest words that flew out of my little thumper. Most of them used to appear early in the morning even before sunrise.. in the light of the Lady Dawn. I am an early waker.. Amidst my chores, I used to record all my heart's rubbish as writings and later used to put up as WhatsApp status. Then would take screen-shots of them. 

It was just out of hobby sometimes and sometimes as a duty to collect them to keep them for my future. Whatever heart utters, it meant much to me. I love reading them again so that I gain energy. Whenever I read them I feel happy. I caught them like rays in my pen, and gave them form, lest they will be lost. Now I give them wings. Let them fly in to the world. These very human, worldly, honest experiences, mostly recorded as they came to me based on my perceptions leading to a better performance in my life, might touch other like-minded souls.

--Usha Sanka