We are like words...

We are like words…

We have our own character, our own beauty and our own purpose in life’s sentence.  Our appearance and sometimes our sound may be comparable to others. We may be similar, but never the same as others. We are unique.

We are like words…

We accompany others in life’s sentence. Some are close, living next to us. Some are far away, still connected, just like nouns and adjectives, verbs and adverbs related to one another, though not next to each other.

We are like words…

We keep changing our roles. Like nouns, we are just names and surnames for some people. Like verbs, we just work for someone else. Like adjectives, we keep judging and labelling others as good and bad. Like interjections, we sense others and become the voice of others’ expressions.

We are like words…

We are disloyal to any one word. And that’s the way the life progresses. We do not promise to be with them forever. We keep meeting other words. We meet them in that phase called sentence. The phase changes. We place ourselves with other words starting a new phase – a new sentence.  

We are like words…

We remain loyal to some words. We gel well with them. We call them partners, soulmates and so on, like pair words and compound words.

We are like words…

We separate ourselves from others with a comma called ego, a semicolon called shyness or a colon called introversion.

We are like words…

Each of us has the same letters called emotions, but each of us arranges them in a different order, in different quantum and that’s exactly what makes us unique. Some of us stress on love and some others on hatred. Our primary stress identifies us.

We are like words…

Some people add us to their life’s sentence with care and love. They find pleasure having us with them. We become a part of their life’s poetry. Some others just need us. We make their documents. We are sometimes used aptly, misused unknowingly, and abused intentionally by others. We are inevitable in someone’s life sentence. We are just optional in some others’.

We are like words…

Some of us remain the same irrespective of where and with whom we are. Some of us change as time changes, as places change. We change the way we appear and the way we sound.

We are like words…