Words. Are they enough?

         Words. No one likes them better than I do. They fill the void of every writer, and try to express the ideas he has bottled up inside. They are sort of the proof of knowledge we have, isn’t it? I find being able to wield them a great privilege and a much welcomed burden. But as a tool for expressing emotions, I just find them inadequate, even in all their power. It’s the closest I feel to the person who says “Words cannot describe…” and is really torn up inside, hoping that his feelings and emotions, worries and cares, are understood as they are. But in the end, they are hardly ever understood, or felt the way they are. So we make do with words. We make do with them, hoping that somehow most, if not all, our emotions are conveyed by them. I love words. I love how they try. I love how they work and rework themselves till somehow, a picture is painted; a picture which once seen by another, stir up the same emotions which we felt with almost the same intensity.

           But on this night, words are not enough for me. On this night, they have failed to paint the picture as I would have loved it seen. On this night, they failed me. So, I choose silence. A silence which I hope can paint the picture. So reliant on words we are, that our basic instincts as humans have been greatly diminished. I do not need to ask what emotions you have that words cannot express. I know you have them. But here’s an idea – how about an action? Yes! Actions do speak louder than words, don’t they? Okay, for those who know me on a personal level, this is not a ploy to actively avoid confrontation. But seriously, actions do speak louder than words. So, that deep seated emotion you have inside of you could just maybe, be expressed by an action that paints the picture. Instead of words that fail.