Purity

That feeling of emptiness. That yearning. That desire to be with the desired. That has come in full-force from all sides, defeating all the defenses. The feeling come in intensified, crushing the composure.  

As it happens, when this desire, this longing is not met by action, it shakes the whole self and soul. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and when soul and self is filled to the brim with passion unanswered and desires unmet, the eyes cleanses the soul by pouring it out to the world...as tear drops.When it happens it like a overflowing river in a storm gushing out its water. It drowns ones self and ones thoughts in it.

And when the storm clears, three lines of thought cross my mind.

Am I at right in deciding what I have decided? If so why I fall into this abyss of sadness so often?
Will distance ultimately bring me to my heart's desire? Will the end of this silence be songs of joy?
Will there be any reconciliation, any compromise? Or will this all fade?

And the answer always is, "This too shall pass".

And being a man of Faith, my soul whispers, " God is with you. Trust your decisions and trust in God.
And being the optimist, my good self whispers, "happiness in just around the bend. Patience is a virtue"
And as the last crystal clear drop of tear falls as I blink, the inner voices tell in unison, "You will give happiness to all you care, all around you, and to the one your heart desires too..and you shall be a happy self."

And I gather my crumbled self. 
Contented. Till Another day, till emotions and desires unfulfilled is about to burst, till another storm brew within, making the river overflow.