MELANCHOLY OF WORDS

So many words
So, so many words I found in my house
Like the specks of dirt flying all over the house which has been just cleaned but not properly
They have been resting until they were disturbed
And then they started to fly
And they were al over the place
Where did they all come from ?

So much sense, they made and still
There was so much in-coherence...
What was in the mind of the person who penned them ?
Confusion ?
Lack of clarity ?
Anxiety?
Separation ?

Yes, separation...
Separation of a coherence
Separation of a thought connecting to the next
What was the next thought ?
The words couldn't tell
But they were there
The words...

On napkins..
on brown bags
on manilla envelops
On the note books
Who was writting them ?
And why ?

Just to write
Just to fill the hour or two or three
Just for the heck of it
For not knowing what else to do with the time's passage
The words were the memories forgotton and the memories blurred and the memories intact
Almost forgotton words gathering dust

" From dust we came
And to dust we will return..."
Did the words say that ?
They were dusty...
Because the place hasn't been cleaned

No, thats not the reason
The un-published words gather dust...
Why weren't they published ?
Thats a great question and has many possible answers...
"Tell us."

I swear to god I don't know the answers...
And my head is in a total spin to find, to discover so many words in my own house...
I am dizzy, yes, dizzy...
No, not giddy....
I would have been giddy with the discovery of so much wealth of happy words,
Sad words,
Disturbing words
Words reminding me of liberty
And slavery
And torture
And occupations
And murder
And love
And love making
And then no love making
Regret
And shame
And time
And time passing....

I would have been very giddy if There was a possibility of a publisher putting them in some thing called, "A BOOK."
So they will be preserved and taken on a tour and had question answer sessions with the citizens of the world
So the words could become the citizens themselves

But there sudden discovery and no promise of a beautifully bound book made me dizzy....
Nausea, or something of its likeness was felt sharply in my forehead...
Fear of your own ability or lack of....
All of a sudden the feeling of hunger came in....
No, not the hunger of fame or fortune which comes from the printed word if you are lucky
And many are very lucky....
But just the hunger...hunger to put some food in my throat to stop the spinning of the head...
Something....
But there was no food in the house....
No food and all those words...
Thousands of them.....
No food...
Not at all...
No food and so many words....
Some one feeds himself on words....
Not possible...not possible at all...
What kind of a house is this ?
And who lives here ?