Thoughts to Words

For a writer, life is an art in the gallery of papers and pens dipped in experiences, spilling inspiration on Earth to peacefully free what has been put to rest, to care about what is worthwhile in the present and to accept the uncertainty of the future but believe in dreams. 'Life is a muse' thinks a writer but she is the muse of life. ©songbriti

Words are interesting. I place them one after the other in the most convincing way to make you fall for them. A creature tucked inside a comforting blanket, a cup of bed tea will suffice as a bribe for you. I play my instrument of truth effortlessly and I make you the flag bearer of it. While you scream slogans of my bravery, I laugh at your half-grown sensibility. Pawns don't verify the lie because the luxury of truth can cost them their lives. ©songbriti

Making a conscious choice and calling it a mistake does not justify disloyalty. When you ask for forgiveness, it is a responsibility you willingly take because you regret what you did. You could be forgiven, you could be forgotten or you could be both forgiven and forgotten. The want in you to be given a second chance to set things right is a part of the process. You say you have been trying hard for years and now you are tired of being sorry. Tired of being sorry, really? The apology is not a favour you are doing, it is again a conscious choice you made but the tiredness you claim to have has drained out all the efforts you made to be forgiven. ©songbriti