Inarticulate... Words.

There are so many things the heart would want to say, but how do the feelings make way for words? Words are hard to come by, there are times when one needs more than just mere words to convey deep and unfathomable sentiments. We feel people who are close to our heart are the ones who will understand easily what the mind wants to say. But yet we stand corrected. Life is indeed a mystery.
We look for our near and dear ones in troubled times, but often realize that out of the so called dear ones, few even understand the unknown, that which cannot be expressed in words. It's surprising how something we didn't utter or something we didn't say, flies across from us to someone we didn't know would understand. And we feel subdued and amazed at the people who betray us in the middle of adversity. Who understand, but pretend not to. And then we find out that there are others, preying on our sentiments. These are masked, and many too. Sometimes they are good, sometimes, just plain evil. And suddenly they stab us, right in the back, and one feels, how unfair is life, how wrong are the people or perhaps the only things that are wrong are our choices.
And yet one cannot articulate what one feels in words. Words - they have the power to influence the world. Words, they are so powerful that they and can possess the healing aura. The whole world seems to melt away when someone says something the soul longs to hear. A famous and romantic song goes, "It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away..." They are the also the ones that break your heart into pieces, pieces that you cannot find. And if ever found, they will never bind. Wise men always say, one thoughtless word ruins everything and does damage that is irreversible.
And then one day we find that words seem to fail us. And then the mind screams. Screams so loud, the highest octave, that only the heart can hear it, but the world outside is calm, serene and undisturbed. When the mind, in it's absolute frustration yells, wants to be heard, but is silenced by the desire to remain sane... It looks for words that may help articulate the pain, the struggle, the imagery from the dreams that have haunted our sleep the previous night. And tears come streaming down the face, when one loses someone or something which cannot be replaced. These tears also try to communicated, as a last resort, in the place of the words...that... have failed us forever.