When Words Are An Intrusion…



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Who Is The Sharpest?

Sanmargam

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Knives, Daggers, Swords, Arrows…

were all squabbling

over who causes the most hurt.

Words at the back

were smiling.

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Source: Pinterest, catholicexchange.com

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Words Worth A Thousand Pictures!

Words…Bah

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Source: facebook

 

Words Never Fail

HH Jagadguru Shankaracharya, Sridevi

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Many a story remains incomplete.

With some, they run out of pages

and some, ink.

 

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When Men Of Words Play Pass-The-Ball…

the outcome is a delightful read! It’s amazing how one takes off where the other leaves it! Enjoy:

(English version follows)

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Mirza Ghalib: ‘Permit me to have my drink in the Masjid (place of worship). If you don’t approve of it, show me a place where I could with no god around.’

Iqbal: ‘A Masjid is where god resides. It’s no place to have your drink. Yes, there’s one place where you could…the heart of a non-believer.’

Ahmad Faraz: ‘I’ve returned precisely from there, finding the place not of the kind you’re alluding to. It’s not without god – only the non-believer is not aware.’

Wasi: ‘There’s no place on earth without god. Make your way to the heavens where you’re within your rights to enjoy your drink.’

Saki: ‘When I have my drink, it’s for nothing but keeping sorrow at bay.  With no sorrow around, it’s no longer fun to have one’s drink in the heavens.’

Meer: ‘We drink for pleasure and blame it unfairly on sadness and sorrow. Have a jug full…you’ll see the heavens right here on earth!’

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Source: Pinterest

PS: The translation is not word-by-word. Attribution not checked for authenticity.

What Are The Most Unforgettable Words Someone Said To You?

A 97-year-old Japanese woman visits a nearby Buddhist temple every evening to pray, and ring the bell until the sun sets. On one of my own routine visits, I sat inconspicuously near the stairs listening to the vibrations take over the silent winter evening. Only this day I failed to get up before she finished, and soon found myself at the end of her walking stick.

“Would you like some tea?” I was asked, while she strutted down the stairs without waiting for an answer.

Soon, I was being served matcha (Japanese powdered green tea) in her living room, as we talked away for half an hour or so before she looked at me and said:

“I have seen my children and grandchildren pass away before I could, but what makes me sad is how I remember less about them with each passing year.”

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Source: quora (Likhith-Manjunath living in Japan for over 3 years)