Words are my identity. Words are my face, my features, my hidden stories of tiny pretty fallacies . Words are, who am I ? what am I ? where am I ? How do I seem words speak . Words announce my achievements. Being under veil of wisdom , is furled up under the sentences of praise . But all that wieght, I have carried,is ornamented in words .
Words have decorated my almirahs of fancy accessories. Words are my expressions of grief , merry and intimacy. Feeble thoughts illuminate pavements of drudgery because my words are vigorous. Either dubious facts or terseness of dignity but I never left the selection of some tumultuous words. Paved lessons of glory and reverence all are medley of words , punching the beats of piano which played the song of life .
Words are attire has worn pretty clothing of verses. Feelings got pounded flow of silence then words burst the flood of expressions. Choices do not evaluate the worthiness of unworthy perceptions but when words come into the tunnels of communication then it greets effective understanding.
Why should I splash glimpse when words are illustrious to promote sensations . Do not have need to explore world tangibly when words are there to pander you world tour in low ticketing. Words are meticulous waterfalls boxed with cure of emotional diseases .
Words drive the engines of time machine. Time machine has visual history of nations . Explicit paintings are being displayed on the galleries of memories. Writers have proclaimed the stories of dungeons of historic castles. Kingdoms took oaths at holy democracy , occupied crowns yearned flee. Previously mentioned thoughts are slaves of words.
Love needs words to show warmthness of sincerity. Words have cuddled up the sensitivity of relations. Words are food for healthy growth of promises in love. Push the door of expectations inside the room of compatible equality. Words build edens on next door if you are willing to open a new chapter of old left novel .
Pearly gates of imaginative seven sky lines have sprinkled the petals of happiness but only when you reopen the half folded page of your favourite book.
Words make me laugh . Words make me scream. Words make my mornings. Words call my evenings to make me realise that now it’s time for rest to leave results of long haul on Almighty. Words are rewards of my stern diligence. Words are chocolates have had presented as appetite for sentimental love. Words are late night cravings for peeping sunshine of success . Words are drooling lust for involvement of your innocence. Inner child has been singing the songs of beauty since childhood of dreams. It’s been many years to have get togethers with words in amusement of delightful feast. Words were there , words are there and words will be there……
– Sadia Khwaja –