On being without words

Posted on Friday, March 25, 2011 by Hasna..

Words are unreliable beings. Sometimes they rush into the throat, straining the nerves, like the feeling around the eyes before it tears. Sometimes they move fingers under their power, and letters happily sprinkle like kids running to embrace the first monsoon rain.
Sometimes, they twist many a tongue and bend too many hearts at once. They crowd at times and make it to a jargon at last.
And then, comes the unwelcomed period of silence. I then, wonder what have now made them dump my spirit into this seemingly never ending silence? I was all set for a spring of words,with the colour of soul, as pure as this love, and I find everything empty to voice out.I look into my bare hands, and my helpless fingers close in despair.

. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to On being without words

  1. KParthasarathi says:
    March 25, 2011 7:05 PM

    Nevertheless you have weaved a fine post.Words and thoughts seem to rush to you to make them visible to the outside world

  2. Manivannan Sadasivam says:
    March 25, 2011 8:16 PM

    Reminds me of an iLLaiya Raaja, poem....

    Written words,
    laughed, at the writer...

    In the written words,
    there could be mistakes.

    But, what mistakes could be there?
    In the words that are unwritten!

    Have translated, not sure whether i've communicated the essence :-). Btw, am thinking of posting i in ma blog too :-)

  3. deeps says:
    March 26, 2011 8:24 PM

    looks like now i have become slow to process... :P
    Yes, words are just a medium of expression and like any other, they have shortcomings too…that’s why perhaps there is silence of heart, twinkle of tears and warmth of hug…

Post a Comment