I found a whole bunch of old, useless things still lying on my shelf when they should have made their way into the dustbin years ago...an old, broken mouse, old visiting cards, a plastic bull(toy), cut-out articles from newspapers and magazines and a very old diary.
I let most of the things stay where I found them(I plan to clean my shelf and deal with them soon) and crawled into bed with my old diary. I'd forgotten its existence and as I flipped through the yellowed pages, I found myself smiling....the diary dated back to 1993 to a time when I regularly maintained a dairy and penned my thoughts before going to bed everyday....My diary was my confidant, and to it I would narrate stories about crushes and heartaches, disappointments and joy...all the little things on a 15 year old's mind. The diary was witness to the many poems I wrote about life, pets, friends....poems that I never shared with anyone barring my grandmother who patiently listened to every single one of them.
On 1st Dec '93, in a very pensive mood, I penned a poem I called 'Words'. Here it is...
Think before you say something
Think before you say anything
'cause the time can arise when you'll regret
your thoughtless words that made you lose a friend.
Words are powerful, words are strong.
They can build a wall, they can tear it down.
They can make you cry, they can make you smile.
They can build a bond, they can create a fight.
Careless words may wound the heart,
so every word must be given a thought.
A wound in the heart only words can heal.
So remember, words are a big deal!!
Choose your words with great choice
They will give you poise in life.