Post by toweringniceguy on Sept 5, 2006 12:23:34 GMT 10
Words
Frankly, it's nothing to do with what you feel or observe, or even believe.
It's all about how you depict!
And that's the ironic part. No matter how beautiful or wretched your feelings are, you are always, and always, a slave for words.
And to an extent, it's an art. Since the first transcript that ever existed, and to this new age of information and media enhancements, the tradition is the same, feelings are different. Perhaps, we have neglected the strength.
Perhaps we are again just being human, disposing how easy it is to say and show our feelings and thoughts. For a few of us, it matters, it matters most, and perhaps we belong to such a type, mute one.
And while we observe how important these alphabets and digits are to our lives, and how much our own lives are indebted to them, we forget yet again, that it's our lives that we should be focusing, not the catalysts that help us remodel of lifestyles. And so, we have a chance to express, and make others feel, how we feel. Simple!
Words, sometimes we play and fiddle with them, while we have the luxury and time at our stake, but sometimes, it's the other way around. Words, yes it the same words that when on a bay day, play with us, fiddle and recreate scenarios. So, it's like a gesture of our well being, of truth and honesty...
Like a whisper in the air, like a screech of despair, sometimes as hard as a rock, sometimes persistent as the ticking clock. Words are soft and tender, slim smart and slender. Sometimes they possess a face, of humanity and race, of dilemmas and history, of every known category. And so in words lie our own universe, from the atom to the skies above us. It's words, and everything and anything, is bound to it.
Be honest with your words, 'cos they have the strength to affect one's heart, directly...honestly...indiscreetly.
Be true to your words, like you are true to your heart. And when you have the opportunity, don't hold back...or it might as well be too late...
And few of get second chances.
Frankly, it's nothing to do with what you feel or observe, or even believe.
It's all about how you depict!
And that's the ironic part. No matter how beautiful or wretched your feelings are, you are always, and always, a slave for words.
And to an extent, it's an art. Since the first transcript that ever existed, and to this new age of information and media enhancements, the tradition is the same, feelings are different. Perhaps, we have neglected the strength.
Perhaps we are again just being human, disposing how easy it is to say and show our feelings and thoughts. For a few of us, it matters, it matters most, and perhaps we belong to such a type, mute one.
And while we observe how important these alphabets and digits are to our lives, and how much our own lives are indebted to them, we forget yet again, that it's our lives that we should be focusing, not the catalysts that help us remodel of lifestyles. And so, we have a chance to express, and make others feel, how we feel. Simple!
Words, sometimes we play and fiddle with them, while we have the luxury and time at our stake, but sometimes, it's the other way around. Words, yes it the same words that when on a bay day, play with us, fiddle and recreate scenarios. So, it's like a gesture of our well being, of truth and honesty...
Like a whisper in the air, like a screech of despair, sometimes as hard as a rock, sometimes persistent as the ticking clock. Words are soft and tender, slim smart and slender. Sometimes they possess a face, of humanity and race, of dilemmas and history, of every known category. And so in words lie our own universe, from the atom to the skies above us. It's words, and everything and anything, is bound to it.
Be honest with your words, 'cos they have the strength to affect one's heart, directly...honestly...indiscreetly.
Be true to your words, like you are true to your heart. And when you have the opportunity, don't hold back...or it might as well be too late...
And few of get second chances.
SupremeSohni
Chand meri zameen phool mera watan
