You’d see it as an array of words. An array of really difficult words, trying to get to you but can’t. They hide so much inside them, but you just aren’t able to comprehend. To me, they are pieces of art. Beautiful pieces of art, that only a few can get. And those who do, just don’t seem to get enough of them. Some of these use these grandiloquent words, that impress you. But, you cannot deny the beauty and depth the simple ones hold within them. I’m not saying the former ones are shallow, but so aren’t the later pieces. These can drown you, uplift you, tear you to pieces and sew them back on. These words, they hold the whole universe inside them, only if you are able to comprehend. Isn’t it the case with people too? I mean, you see them, talk to them, but you don’t truly understand, what is really going on inside. What all things they are holding inside. They have been trying to tell you, only if you’d care to listen; only if you’d care to understand. But again, you are so engrossed in yourself, in your life. You just try to skim through them, like you do when you read. Half of it is understood, for replying and none of it stays in your mind. Like poetry, the splendidness of people impresses you. But, you cannot deny the attarction towards simplicity. There’s peace, where there’s no feeling of jealousy or competition with them. There is a quote that says a lot about these simple quiet ones, “The quietest people have the loudest minds.” And the simplest of phrases can hold the whole sea, with all its depth. It is up to you if you want to just walk by the shores or go deep into the valleys and ridges these hold. It’s up to you if you are satisfied with the small talks or you want to jump deep into the recesses of their mind. So, you’d ask me if I think that people are just like poetry. Well, there’s a knick to that too. People are not poetry. Poetry is eternal, people come, serve their time here and go back to where they came from. Poetry is permanent, people change. You cannot describe someone in a few words and expect them to stay the same. We are, as Samuel Decker Thompson beautifully quotes, “We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are forever? ” A completely different set of adjectives, in front of you. So, I guess people are a lot like poetry, but, they are not poetry. Ever- changing mortal beings just waiting to be understood, waiting to be read.
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