Homo Sapiens

Human beings are complex. The convoluted brain structure, the branching nerve veins, the coiled intestines are structures that hold in the complex soul. The soul is no matter. It is neither air, water or fire. Fire may be to some extent. The burning heart desires. The shivering caused when faced with rejection. The fire lights and dies. There are days when the conversation with a known face becomes difficult. The known face builds up a wall of the complex. In and out.A great wall of distance. The individual puts on a mask as if things are fine."Hey!I'm good. What about you?"Well, the words can be slippery and deceptive. It manages to hide the tension well enough but a close friend can very well understand things are not fine. But, there's a catch. We don't take the effort of asking him/her again. Okay? No, we don't. Instead, we ignore the fact and conversation falls short. The gap generates. The gap personates the wall. Out and out. It's like a distance you fail to bridge. Close yet far apart.I'm fine.K.Not really. People become complex beings for reasons personal. They seem to hide something.Plans.Laughter has become a rare expression these days. We have comedy shows, comedy is central after all. Even smiles aslant with sadness.Complex.Emotions are studied as individual expressions. But, emotions seem heterogeneous. Complex. So what is complex? An amalgamation of convoluted occurrences. Humans have developed only to be more homo sapiens sapiens or wait...to mirror the world expects you to be.Like really?Phew!

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