I have always loved words . they have the power to build and the power to break.

I adore hearing tales and stories, because they open eyes, bring forth dormant sentiments and articulate what was previously kept in silent recesses .

which is why sometimes i do hesitate to write, because in writing, one has so much responsibility, and one puts forth , reveals so much of the self in a few select words. in writing, we lay ourselves bare, open to judgement; we hope in those few penned lines to showcase the best of ourselves, the utmost of our own knowledge,wisdom and creativity, and most of all, we hope that you, the reader, would understand.

but the words are malleable and they mean different things. to you, to me, to the passerby taking a different walk in life down a different kind of street.

in the end, the writer wants to be known and the reader wants to know. its a brilliant balance, two people reaching out to touch, one bursting with a message to tell, the other with a hunger to understand and transcend.