Words, the only means of breaking a prolonged silence! But, why are we silent when we have words in our stock? Because words can hurt. It can make us feel elated too, but why aren’t we happy if it is not nicely executed or if it has implied meanings, why do we become restless? Yes, we have it in plenty, shan’t we limit its use? The caricatures I bump into daily concrete my belief that words too feel shameful. Our free tongue can be controlled not to spit venom, if we have one. Words are not to be thrown to assassinate other’s characters, they are not be used only to speak ill of others in their absence. Words that always irritate, words that always blame, words that slay the throat of our friends, words that always pretend innocence, tongues that blabber, throats that sing boring songs, tongues that scandal, shan’t you cease?
Surrounded by the slaying tongue paralysed did I become, panting for every breath, poisoned daggers, dipped in colours pierced right on my heart, not my rebellious mind. They peeked for me to fall, searched I for the pillars just to hold tight, I found the one erected by Him. She , he and many more scornfully smiled again wagging their venomous veils You bold, stern, serious and straight forward should lay in the ditch dug by us now and hence. Staring straight and up I stood, for He grabbed me to place me more strong and bold, where I strolled with a generous and determined attitude, not many could chase me where I just strode with patience, built in years. The innocent smiles which I see now Makes me strong, fearless and daring. Words are to carefully used , everyone has their dignified lives which they would like to live with much easiness. Accepting the truth that, sincerity and kind- heartedness always lives in a fearless mind to make it immortal,would probably help them revive. Shockingly but gradually these words become garlands of serpents that tighten their own thick necks.
