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World of Words

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 also be saviour.
Words can be scathing, words can also be appreciative.
Words can be cold, words can also be warm.
Words can be scorching and scornful, words can also be cooling and balming.
Words can be misleading, words can also be elevating.
Words can be foolish and foul, words can also be full of wisdom and respect.

Words can cause tears, words can also bring smiles.
Words can break bonds, words can also give birth to life long relations.
Words can cause mutiny, words can also call a truce.

Words if used with caution are no less than a bouquet , a bouquet of fresh flowers perfumed and vibrant.
But if it's otherwise and we don't take precaution while picking the appropriate words.
They are not less than a bullet or a sword i.e. relation slayer and peace robber.

Selection of words foretells what one would be ;
A follower or a leader.
Someone to be avoided or to be made a favorite.
Someone despicable or dear.

And when dear all you'll go through this verse
A feeling for sure you might nurse,
That this piece of poetry is nothing but use of antonyms and synonyms,
A clever play of words but for a few like its scribe it's the thoughtful world of words explored in solitude without being thoughtful and tricky.




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  1. SuhanyJanuary 23, 2022 at 1:59 AM

    Each and every word is true 💯😊

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2022 at 2:15 AM

    Brilliant. Words matter a lot in world to express and convey.

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  3. UnknownJanuary 23, 2022 at 2:17 AM

    Exact thoughts you wrote in last lines .A fabulous write.

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  4. Rubal ❤️January 23, 2022 at 2:59 AM

    A piece of your art🌸 beautiful and brilliant..✨👏

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  5. Nidhi mehtaJanuary 23, 2022 at 4:14 AM

    Beautiful maam...

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  6. UnknownJanuary 23, 2022 at 4:44 AM

    The verse reflects your innate talent ,dear mam.Besides it motivates us to do self- introspection to improve ourselves.

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  7. Mohini ChawlaJanuary 23, 2022 at 6:06 AM

    True 👍

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  8. Reena NagpalJanuary 23, 2022 at 6:30 AM

    Beautifully penned down

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  9. Babbu mehtaJanuary 23, 2022 at 7:20 AM

    Truely explained power of words

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  10. UnknownJanuary 23, 2022 at 7:02 PM

    So rightly said.....but few understand

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  11. UnknownJanuary 24, 2022 at 3:41 AM

    True description of words power

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  12. Shreshth graakJanuary 24, 2022 at 4:04 AM

    Nice work mam✌️

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