Sitting in my room, Squatting on my bed , Digesting the fact that solitude if limitless is not less than venom, Staleness of the world was all around. Is there anywhere where true solace could be found? My thoughts were raging and roaring , The words of pessimism were shrouding the words of optimism , The words of optimism were as if hiding under the sad quilt of stillness. Loftiness of the vocabulary of thoughts pushed me out of the queer madness. The world of words was loud, Defining and redefining itself. I pondered how many words are piled on the humanity's shelf. Words are multifarious, Each and every word is a dexterous player With a specific effect, purpose and an exquisite role to play. Words can be cruel, words can also be kind. Words can be bitter, words can also be sweet. Words can be derogatory, words can also be motivating. Words can be killing , words can also be soothing and healing. Words can be devastating , words can also be creative. Words can be fatal, words can...