FULL STOP…
I detest the full stop
~
I detest the
non-negotiable finality
of its body language
~
I detest the
disproportionate
power of its
minute existence
~
I detest the curt,
soulless, insensitive
portfolio it so
audaciously flaunts
~
I detest the
cheeky certainty
with which
this rude little dot
announces
the end of a
a statement,
the culmination
of a thought,
the conclusion
of an idea
~
I don’t wish to
handcuff
my thoughts
~
I don’t wish to
finish my
statements
~
I don’t wish to
abbreviate
my ideas
~
half of them
are on paper
but the
other half is
still beating
in my chest
and these
tiny embryos
don’t deserve
the blunt
indignity
of a full stop
~
they deserve
the chatty continuity
of a comma,
the lush verbosity.
of a semi-colon;
the lively
bonhomie of an
exclamation mark!
~
but most of all,
they deserve
the mystery,
the enigma,
and the infiniteness
of the ellipses…
~
ellipses are
my thing
~
they help me
invite you
to meander into
the gloriously
jumbled jungle
of my thoughts
~
they urge you
to pick
maverick saplings
of ideas from
my mind
and plant them
into your own head
so you can
nourish them with
your own
individuality
embellish them
with your own
experiences
make them
grow and thrive
and cross-pollinate
in a new
environment
~
the babies of
cross-pollination
are the best babies
~
they are born
immune to the
virus of stagnation
~
they are the
ideas
whose time
has come
~
you can keep
adding
your thoughts
to my ellipses…
~
till those ideas
are no longer mine
~
They’re yours.
– Puja Bhakoo
🍃
https://medium.com/@pujabhakoo
