The alphabet

I wanted to write a romantic piece today, the contours of which are vaguely etched in my mind and yet, I am not able to manage the emoticons for the same. Every time the keypad, with the keys waiting to be pounded on produce themselves with varying degrees of sharpness to me. Sometimes, the consonants all seem clear and articulate and sometimes even the words, long elaborate ones, tend to only offer a monosyllabic depth and resonance. Sometimes, I pound on the EEEs and the exclamation marks with all my zest and weight and yet, sometimes my scurrying, flying fingers, too excited to settle down even for a moment, keep missing them, time and time again. Flying off the handle. Even the vowels sometimes can outnumber the populated consonants making the words seem all sound and no meaning. The words then just keep dangling in the air with no firm clips tying them to the ground and marking their spots and boundaries. They are all over the place, floating aimlessly and eternally changing the hue and temperament of the thought. Words, the alphabet can sometimes get a stronghold of you instead of the other way round. It can hold you from your wrist and make you cough up words and phrases that are outside of you, and then make you add your signatures by way of pauses and punctuation, framing you to own up to the forgery. And, trust me on this one, you have no way out. It is a check and a mate situation, the very final of its kind. They might call it the perfect murder. They snap both your original thought threads and your writer spirit, all in the same sweep of the fingers. The only fingerprints found on the ‘body’ of evidence are your own. Words can help you breathe or choke you with their plurals or even strangle you with their sharp edges…but the choice on how to be dealt with by them will always be yours.