Jar-Gone

The word "Jargon" means a term or phrase which is above common usage because it is only understood in specific circles.

I beg to take exclusive privilege (of my own) to massacre this terminology to fit this composition. According to my understanding, anything beyond comprehension of a layman is a Jargon.

Now, Jar-Gone (as is seen from the Title of this post) intends to bring out the complexity in the development of a human brain, which is still now a matter of subject for many to master. Hence I am justified when I call it a Jargon or Jar-Gone.

You will sympathize with this caricature only when you delve into the following few lines...

# There was Jar in my head/
Like a coccoon it lay dead/
With the drop of reasons it fed/
Sucking the blood from veins till red.

# The moons passed from -> new to full/
Helping me to be a -> few to fool/
The message was clear -> never to drool/
I felt I was -> a bit too cool!

# Today the coccoon has coloured wing/
I feel it like a fluttering thing/
The Jar is still in my head/
The lid is gone as I had said.

# Now, "Empty vessels make more noise"/
As if I had any better choice...


The human brain grows from young to old, from energetic to sloth.
But I perceive it from a mere spot to an infinite speck in my composition.
It always treads on the thin line of the Known and Unknown calculations, challenging our our very existence every second of our life.

It has been my prerogative to listen to my brain over my heart.
Now it is time I advise you all to follow your heart ... for, when the coccoon flies out of your Jar, it will be yet another Jar-Gone!