Words..

“What passes without being put into words, without being transformed and, in a certain sense, purified by the crucible of writing, has no meaning for me. Only words that endure seem real.”

From: In Other Words- by Jhumpa Lahiri

When I find myself stumbling through life without direction

When I feel detached, and need to regain connection

When life’s myriad troubles are weighing me down

When I see unanswered questions all around

I take refuge in words- the infinite world of language

I read and write to calm down my agitation, my rage

In the world of words, myself I try to discover

Life’s moments that I’ve lost, I try to recover

In metaphors is revealed the truth that I seek

Divergent stories directly to me seem to speak

When I read, the vagaries of the world I imbibe

When I write, in a way I try to circumscribe

My view of the world, the way I process everything

I then see life’s conundrums crystallizing…

In the many nuances of language I find

The elixir for my soul and my mind

 

Somewhere, hiding between the printed word or my pen

I hope to find my nirvana, or my zen..

 

P.S. The image shows 99 names of Allah inscribed at the altar of Sheikh Zayed Mosque in Abu Dhabi