Language is texture of images and music. We speak in images and rhythm, by taking help of words

You may collect a bagful seeds of poetry my picking up these words in this market, life may be climbing rungs of ladder stepping on each sentence here, but words caught in the competition of selling troubles and buying dreams even ignore changing coloursclimbing on their own faces.

In many a situation, the images that words hide while walking forth are the desired meaning of particular words rather than the word itself. Those words sing and dance by coming out of the paper.

I've touched some sentences and have kissed some words.

Literary translation is not merely an act of picking words from one language and keeping it by dipping in the vessel of another language. Those words need to be rinsed, washed, carved and decorated as much as possible.

In influencing write-ups, words seem to move despite residing still on paper.