Words..

Words are fascinating. They are very powerful because when they are put together in a proper order they form a sentence; a sentence which expresses feelings, which can make a person happy or a simple sentence which can pulverize someone’s life.

These words are treacherous. They feed and seek shelter in our minds and then when they get tired of residing in our head, they want to break free; so they bang against the walls of our minds wanting to be unconfined from their prison. Sometimes our words take over our minds and wherever we go, we can see them come to life, hear them, feel them. Words escape from their containment and ripple through our arms like goose-bumps, urging us to pick up the pen and paint the white paper black. 

Words cut like razors. A small incision can turn into a gaping hole and a small wound can turn into a scar. They are responsible for our survival. One may not mean to say them, but when those harsh words are uttered, the damage inflicted on someone is hard to measure.

They give us the power to criticize someone, to ruin their lives, to demolish their work and hard earned way to success; they slip out of our diabolic tongues even before we realize it and inject venom so poisonous that to find a medicine to heal it, is next to impossible. They guarantee us that they will stay by our sides always but when we need them, they are the first ones to betray us.

Do they have a mind of their own or is it us involuntarily controlling them, is still foreign to me because even when we suppress some of our cruel words by covering and sealing off our mouths, our expressions, eyes and attitude give us away. So basically, our body with our words is traitorous.

They say think before you speak. But if your words have minds are we really thinking?

On Friendship –Part 2.

“I walked away from her. I shattered her already fragile heart. I broke my promise. I walked away. I am to be blamed. I did it.” He murmured.

He couldn't bear to see her cry, he couldn't wait over there and see her demolish right in front of him. He couldn't leave her when he needed her more than she needed him, but he had to; for her and for himself; he had to create this ridge between them.

Without even having a last glimpse at her he walked away taking heavy and big steps to escape the chaos he had created, all the while forcing the tears at the brim of his eyes itching to break free.

When he crushed her heart he heard the clink of something break but he knew that it wasn't her heart that he had heard crush on the floor, but his own that had splintered. He could feel the uneasiness in his stomach he always experienced when he trampled all over her, but this time he completely annihilated her.

This time it was permanent. He did not want to let go, but he wasn't fit for her. Except for sadness and pain he had never given her anything. All he did was brutally and cruelly treat her and never respected her for all she was worth; and when he realized it, it was too late. So he let go.

As he walked away from that unholy site, a part of him longed to hear her desperate voice, heavy and saddened with her tears begging for him to stay, to give each other a chance.

But no such call came.

And so he walked away.

Walked away from all the late night memories.
Walked away from all the tears and laughter.
Walked away from all the hugs and shoulder bumps.
Walked away from all the pain that had been long engraved.
Walked away from all those ‘Mornings’ and ‘Nights.’

He did not look back and she did not call him.

And he walked away.