There
comes a time in one’s life
when
words no longer help.
Words,
they had been my thing.
Since
long.
Now they
seem not.
what one
really feels.
We interpret,
we try to understand,
We, then,
put the words in a string.
Yet, now
has come a time
Words deny
being my haven.
It’s a
phase, I suppose.
I
desperately hope.
People,
close and distant, do not interest me.
Chats and
calls, make no difference.
Everything
that can be said,
seems a
waste of breath.
They
say, talking helps.
No, it doesn’t.
Low,
that’s how I have been.
Yet, I
am not sad or upset.
I smile,
I exchange formalities
as and
when I meet people.
I laugh
if something is funny,
Or at
least my lips curve a little.
Nothing
is wrong in my life.
Yet,
something constantly feels out of place.
What is
it? Where is it?
I
wonder, I scratch my head,
I change
places, I take breaks,
I turn
the pages, I scribble,
I search
again, I map my mind,
and I find
voices in a duel
“Fit in,
oh belong!” cried one,
recalling Kamla Das.
“Accept
the rejection!”,
countered the other half.
Words. People
speak many.
They speak
without knowing the meanings.
They speak
with assumed synonyms.
They do
not mean half the things they say.
But they
like to keep talking,
They like
to misuse and abuse the words,
Because well,
small talks need to feel the space.
What
harm can they do?
But then
again, there is the other lot.
They
like it fancy;
The ones
with Joey’s brain;
The ones
with the thesaurus in the hand,
The ones
who turn happy to felicitous,
The ones
who want to be extraordinary.
The ones
who deny keeping it simple.
And somewhere in
between I dwell
“You
over think!”
“Why take words so seriously?”
“Chill
bro!”
“Nobody
cares!”
This
world isn’t a great place.
Indifferent,
people are indifferent.
Words
they say, you say, I say,
In the
end, it is meaningless.
“But oh!
What’s with such nihilism?”
To spend
a life imprisoned in mediocrity,
keeps
them satisfied.
Who
bothers to take a step forward?
If
someone does,
“Thou
shalt NOT.”
And then
they ask involuntarily,
“What is
wrong with you?”
Nothing,
I say. Just nothing.
The words,
my words,
they have
run away from me.
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