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Personifying words and understanding the significance of the words that we erase and backspace.
The words we erase, do they feel dejected like us?
Do they sit cold, still while in the train? Do they feel like they’ve missed the bus?
The words we erase, do they angrily stomp their feet or ever question why?
Why they were abandoned and unvalued? Does that question make them cry?
The words we erase, can they understand our reasons or see through our intentions?
Can they accept their fate or live with dignity without us making their mention?
The words we erase, do they have hearts that can break?
Does it shatter their self- concept or make them feel low like a mere spelling mistake?
The words we erase, do they sit by the ocean collecting their alphabets like stardust?
Do they lecture the cosmos about life, heartache, and distrust?
The words we erase, do they want to sign up for a counselling session?
Do they tell themselves that they’ve got phobias, schizophrenia, or depression?
I don’t have answers to any of these questions.
It would certainly be a yes, if words were humans.
Whenever I wipe out a word, it gets locked up in my heart,
All those words in their rightful place, come together like that reason sought by Descartes.
And then when every inscription in my heart pops up a question, I want them to know.
That their alphabets create thoughts mightier than mortality, then why should they be low?
Because every word we erased was something we thought was better left unsaid,
Because every word we erased was a feeling that was not yet dead.
Because sometimes our life revolves around these words we fear to shout,
And sometimes these words too powerful for the paper to hold that we wipe them out.
So, the words we erase are signs of life within us dying to be a whisper,
For every word we erase are the words we secretly want to hear.
-HRITIKA AHUJA
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