Reflections, Writing

WORDS, WORDS, WORDS

Isha Garg

I read somewhere that one should never sit to write without an idea of what one is going to; yet ever since that really young age, when I began letting my demons out in ink, I always found myself venturing out on the journey of words without a predetermined thought, or a preconceived destination, or any clue as to what I was really on to… I do not know if that makes me a really brave or a really stupid writer- maybe both; the line is pretty thin anyway.

Maybe it was the smell of printed books, the exhilarating shuffling of pages, the feel of ink-stained fingers that goaded me on – the inner me, the core of my soul, always knowing what she was doing – I being just the physical channel.

The words always flowed though, somehow, as though they were hidden in some old dusty chamber of my mind, a treasure-chest of thoughts, connected, somehow, to my fingers -knowing exactly when I held a pen, or touched the keyboard- to come rolling down, like precious pearls and rubies, and be embedded in ink forever.

Ah words– beautiful words; old words; heard words; forgotten words; dismissed words; loved words; lost words; new words; magical words; this word and that word… rushing out on paper to fulfill their destiny, to be read, to be heard, to be felt and to be honoured.

Words can beautify the everyday ugliness, mask and sugarcoat the humdrum of routine, brighten the dull and silver the grey… Is there anything more exquisite?

And that is precisely why the writer writes, robed in words, to be undressed by some insightful reader who beholds the raw, pure truth behind the veil of words, and loves it in all its ugliness, and all its eloquence; knowing every secret, and extracting every ounce of wisdom from it; knowing every fear, and taking heart from it; knowing every darkness, to believe in the light; and seeing every bit of reality, covered in fiction and sweet rhyme; for words connect souls, and it is only through words, that one can be vulnerable enough to be truly known, truly understood and truly loved.


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I am all ages; the timeless sea... One with nature, the breeze and the trees... Sparks of fire are the soul of me; I'm all that was, is and will be. © Author of Dark River - a deluge of poetry.

84 thoughts on “WORDS, WORDS, WORDS”

  4. I love writing when the words just start to flow. I like the rereading to discover I have written some absolutely amazing paragraphs. So nice to realise that I am not the only one that writes without a particular path to follow.

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  7. well I guess you already know me… maybe we are twins. i have written poetry from the heart, published 10 poetry journals and now God has placed a new venue in my soul…. Christian romance novels. I never thought I could do it, but the words just come through me onto the computer and I am loving it. He just gave me an idea and then let it flow.

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  8. I once heard no writing was wrong or bad. Writing is an author’s creation. You have eloquently written that a more. The reason we write. Thanks.

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  12. Reblogged this on As It Should Be and commented:
    “The words always flowed though, somehow, as though they were hidden in some old dusty chamber of my mind, a treasure-chest of thoughts, connected, somehow, to my fingers -knowing exactly when I held a pen, or touched the keyboard- to come rolling down, like precious pearls and rubies, and be embedded in ink forever.

    “Ah words– beautiful words; old words; heard words; forgotten words; dismissed words; loved words; lost words; new words; magical words; this word and that word… rushing out on paper to fulfill their destiny, to be read, to be heard, to be felt and to be honoured.

    “Words can beautify the everyday ugliness, mask and sugarcoat the humdrum of routine, brighten the dull and silver the grey… Is there anything more exquisite?

    “And that is precisely why the writer writes, robed in words, to be undressed by some insightful reader who beholds the raw, pure truth behind the veil of words, and loves it in all its ugliness, and all its eloquence; knowing every secret, and extracting every ounce of wisdom from it; knowing every fear, and taking heart from it; knowing every darkness, to believe in the light; and seeing every bit of reality, covered in fiction and sweet rhyme; for words connect souls, and it is only through words, that one can be vulnerable enough to be truly known, truly understood and truly loved….”

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  13. Ishu. Great. No WORDS to praise for WORDS. You have your imagination for words which are great and yet to come out. Keep it up. With blessings. Dada

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  20. You’re describing what a real poet is. The words is the thing, how they connect and relate to each other. In my post “How My Poems Happen,” I hear a line of pentameter (the sound is unmistakable) followed by a second and the rest of the poem drops down from there. Sometimes, a single word from word-a-day lists sparks a whole line and the process goes on.

    Thank you for liking my poem!

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    1. I couldn’t agree more.. Sometimes I find myself just thinking about a word, knowing not where it popped up from, and it doesn’t leave my mind until I’ve let it out in poetry.. Thank you Alan!

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  21. In the playground of imagination she played and then went and danced in the ballroom of thoughts. by the time her day was done… She stood in front of the world expressively naked. I guess I’m saying you did a wonderful job, but you know writing is your gift and I can say thank you for sharing and inspiring me and others.

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  24. You bring words to life. Words are you and you are words. They love you, that much is obvious. May your relationship with them become ever deeper and more expressive.
    Thank you also for appreciating my Haiku on nothingcluelesslost.com

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  28. Oh but what a talent you have!
    How flowing, how easy the words pass into me like a breath.
    And you, so new to blogging! I will always be able to say, I met you in the early days of your career 💜

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    1. Thank-you so much, Diana… Mine was a blog ‘long time in the making’… Letting go of the fear, doubts and finally feeling like ‘I don’t care what anyone says, I’m gonna write what I write’, was what made me finally do it… I feel so encouraged by your words because I’ve fought a long battle with feeling discouraged and underappreciated… You’ll always be shining like a bright star in the galaxy of those who believed in me and showed me my own shine! ❤💟

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      1. I do have a sense that your writing is a free flowing river that was restrained, perhaps even building pressure behind a self imposed dam for some time! It might be why I respond to it so…
        Your eloquence and shine is a pleasure to behold. I don’t know exactly how we crossed paths but I covet your lines, the ones that haven’t even been written, already 💕

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      2. I’m re-reading what you wrote and I don’t think I, myself, could’ve described my writing better… If anyone ever asks me the why and how of it all… Your words are going to be quoted.. 😀 It’s amazing how writers observe without even knowing…

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      3. We observe with our hearts listening – as vulnerable as we need be to pick up on the subtle frequencies of energy emerging from another human being.
        It’s lovely being on your wavelength Isha 🌸💕

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