The written word
17:59 - Posted by Shilpa K - 0 comments
The written word is always a company in the most desolate of all moments. It embraces you with the warmth you seek lying on your bed on a winter morning. It listens to you like an old pal without getting tired. When words flow unimpeded, the hearts feel light like autumn leaves that float in the air - almost weightless. It grows fonder thinking of things define life in subtle tones. Written words are like a candid conversation with God. They have the depth of the ocean, sometimes the turbulence of the sea, maybe the restlessness of the rain drops but most of all they have the tolerance of the earth. They are like a well-kept secret of the writer. Each one construes them differently and assumes a meaning. Yet, the truth is what the writer meant them to mean. He owns them. He possesses them. And in return they possess him, engulfing him at times when he runs out of conversations with those around him.


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