Words

Words, the best form of expression,
The easiest and the most intelligible one;
Be it a murmur, a gossip or noise,
You bank on words, the only choice.

Yet, at times, you feel short of them,
Buried deep, they evade your tongue;
They surface again, when the need is gone,
Befooling you, smiling in treacherous tone.

And you the victim, stand helpless,
Lamenting on the opportunity missed;
Blaming the God, your luck, yourself and what not,
While the villain keeps making your fun.

A famous orator, a demagogue, may you be,
With the grip so firm, commanding thee;
But still can’t control, fro they are born free,
“do come in time” you have to plea.

Emotions are okay, my dear friends,
But only until you have words for them;
Fro words are the only outlet they have,
And no abstract counts unless expressed.

So, do spit out whatever you feel, in time,
And let not unspoken thoughts amass;
For, with you, they wouldn’t forever be,
Alas, there they go, bereaving me….