Words are energy
neither created nor destroyed
only recycled.
And the moment your squidish lips squirt their ink
there's no going back
the words are ever-immortalised.
You walk
and they walk with you
the air around your body
quivering under the weight
of everything you have ever spoken.
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neither created nor destroyed
only recycled.
And the moment your squidish lips squirt their ink
there's no going back
the words are ever-immortalised.
You walk
and they walk with you
the air around your body
quivering under the weight
of everything you have ever spoken.
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Much wisdom in your beautiful words of words.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Beautiful !
ReplyDeleteMy parent's gardener used to say something like this only in prose, in Hindi.
Oh wow, love this!
ReplyDeleteA work of art. That is what perfectly describes this post! Its the most subtle way of protraying how careful one should be when choosing their words. Loved this one Ghadeer!!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteVery pithy, well written, Ghadeer.
ReplyDeleteTruer words never written. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI've never read anything so accurate and perfect.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking this is TRUE.
ReplyDeletehey, thank you for your kindness.
love & love,
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OMG, I can't believe I missed a post by you! WHAT?! WHAT?!
ReplyDelete... anyway, I'll just add to the praise: so beautiful, so fitting, so wise ^_^