Words are
unseen winds,
Which make
us what and who we are.
Which make
us feel, we are living to.
Love and
even to lead us to the other end.
It leads us
the eternal witness,
Of mean
vices and wisdom.
It rarely
witness compassion.
We are being
fallen in pyre.
Mostly
disappointed
With vixen deeply wounded words.
Our radiant
complaining and serene mind,
With
involving risk of adopting an urchin,
Accept the words
of our loved ones.
They throw
the poisoned arrows
Of words
with sharpen ends,
With great
elation packed in a colored glittering arch.
Deliver it
with unseen cruelty.
They
stealthy wound us.
As a two
edged sharpen sword.
At times we
are empowered within.
The horrible
manuscript oh the words,
You give us
an abysmal world of sorrows.
You show us
the passage.
But it leads
us the mysterious aloneness.
An un attaining
path of life
The wrong
route afar
We fall into
the deep unknown trench
Which they
made for us deliberately?
Oh God! Why
don’t you have merciful?
The symbolic
power of words
Make our
life biased and bilateral..
It revolts
our mind and deeds.
We learn to
control our senses
Through our
solstice points of soul
We chant and
murmur by words,
But we weep
without ….
And sighs
and sighs endlessly at sleepless nights.
Even a
single word we hesitate to whisper as that.
Words
scratch our soul
And leaving
its refreshing scars
Forever and ever…..
At times we
lose our sanity.
Out of mind
and out of our being.
Words slap
the alignment
Of our
sensed unknowingly and
Knowing
without solution?
We search
for an arch way
To get out
of the maze which
Make by
words abundant.
In the form
of formless wind
Yep it gives
us peace in the form
Of an
unending war frontier
Oh God why
you make words
As the form
of swords?
The world is
rotating in the axis of words
And the
words are dangerously and
Venomously
mould an un seen wind?
