The Magic Of Words
Every time I come across a beautifully worded poem, prose, or even a sentence, I cannot help but ponder over how I will never be able to create something like that, and I wonder what went in the poetic lives of those writers that caused them to choose such an apt string of words conjuring up their convulated thoughts with such richness.
I contemplate about the lives they touch each time they choose to commit to paper, and what would happen if, one day, everyone in possession of this great talent decides to deprive us all from sharing their neatly constructed oeuvres. I sit ruminating on their muses that inspired them to transcendency, or if they ever have the same muse to build them castles from intricacies, or if they have a muse at all?
I try to recreate scenarios, adjust them, re-adjust, re-re-adjust them, to decipher what initiated a piece of writing, and wonder if I could ever impersonate that. When did they embark on this journey of expression? Did they receive a push? When did they know the right time to show the world their strength, their mightier pen?
Other times, I cannot help but imagine writers sitting in groups throwing poetry at each other, illuminating each other, transcending each other’s lives and their readers’, and I marvel at the perfection of that thought! And in that “oh-so-trance-like” moment, I wonder if others too brood over the many shades and tones of the lives of these writers overlapping ours with their written word, and I wonder if the wordsmiths sitting behind the paper with their pen wonder that too.
~ Shubhangani Jain | Edited by Nandini Raghav Kapur