Words and more...

Its been a long time since I published anything , more so because I have been busy (Yeah I know lame excuse ) but often words are not enough if not spoken or written. That said I am writing today because sometimes words do weave a magic of their own . I remember keeping a message from my parents sent during a time of crisis in my life where they had just mentioned that they would support me in whatever decision I took. That message was in my old mobile which I lost and for me loosing something costly was not the effect rather the fact that I lost those written words of expression love from my parents. We all tend to savour words , words which touch us, how many of us keep messages from long lost friends or people we care about in our mobiles never to delete. We keep cards and little notes with us reminding us of the days and thoughts they express they remind us of the time lost and time past. These words remain with us as a reminder like a photograph which never changes. Why am I writing about words ? I have always been enchanted with the magic of words. I firmly believe that words can be made into anything, they can be a weapon to hurt as cruel as the worst torture , sometimes soothing as cold water on a hot afternoon, a blanket of security, a distant memory, a reminder of a time gone by, a beautiful lyric , a soul touching moment anything and everything. And yet we don't use them to the fullest, we throw away our words into the universe without any sense of justification. We speak , we write without thinking . " As weeks passed rain became emboldened, abandoned the sanctuary of the night and came by day" This particular sentence inspired me enough to start writing again( I know I am rambling but who cares this is my blog)The writer could have written that it started raining in the morning but now she has hidden the same meaning in a extensive yet mystical web of words. So back to the topic, has anyone wondered ever why do words move us , why do words mean to us so much? Is it because the spoken word or the written word is something like a symbol of our feelings inside ,words can be touched felt and remembered. We can always associate them with that particular moment and then they become the part of the memory.Has it ever happened that a song playing somewhere has made us wander into a memory lane often very vague but yet a stored fact which had held meaning back then and now has vanished into the realms of our unconsciousness. The song in our head our only touch with that memory. I want to write write more, but right now my thoughts are too jumbled to be systematically arranged into meaningful sentences.