Words…

Words are sometimes

Like weapons

Razor sharp,

Piercing deep

Into the hearts;

Pained as if

Smitten and smeared

And the venom spreads.

Words may

Fume as splinters

Ignite themselves

From nothing

Wave up high

As huge flames;

They gulp the world

In and out !

Often they create

The furor

Of a volcano

Spitting out stingy

Odors and dirt

In the air around,

Contaminating, they

 Pollute all around.

At times unwanted

In hurry and fury

They storm and flood

Washing away

The wealth and health

Of the human lives.

But there are times

When words seem

As if heavenly blessings

Are showered up on us.

They soothe and comfort

Cradle in softness

Chanting lullabies

Filling cushions with

Love and kindness,

That the pains drown

And humanity shines.

So, let’s be aware

To use the choosiest words

With caution and rigid care

And cherish the

Ultimate joy.