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Whispers and Words #1

***
Finding solace
In an air-conditioned space,
The city slept
While I wandered the streets,
Restless,
Perfecting the ending
Of a sentence.

The cool breeze made me forget
That it was a summer night.
Then, out of nowhere,
A cold whisper
Sent a shiver down my spine.

"You have to choose, my friend.
Be a writer or be content."

"Why can't I be both?"
I asked the emptiness.

And the whisper scoffed at me,
"You and your consistent pursuit
To get the best of both worlds.
Buckle up then!
You are about to be tested."

I stumbled over a rock
And found the ending
I was looking for.

"If a river wants to meet the sea,
Twisting and turning,
It will somehow find its way
Even through the mountains."

If a whisper could smile,
It did, and said,
"We will see."

***

I don't have a million readers - not by choice, obviously - just a handful. But they mean to me as much as the millions would do. And one of those readers reminded me that I had taken a long break and should return to writing again.

Also, Franz Kafka said, "A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity."

Without putting his theory to the test, I am restarting my blog with a new name: Whispers and Words.

Why?

It's because not all of my thoughts translate into words. Some die in a whisper.



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  1. Kashish rizwi12:28 AM, June 16, 2025

    "Some thoughts were never meant to be spoken; their quiet fading is the only truth they needed to tell."

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