WORDS O WORDS!

There was a time,

when I believed in words,

But now,

gone are those times,

when I believed in words

Words that lash out like a whip,

striking one like a bingo

Words that escape from the lip,

to redeem one's lost ego

Those lovely musical words

just to please and win,

to fool even kith and kin

O! how brutal are those words,

words, that no longer come from within

Words that are penned to create

but a mirage, an illusionary state,

designed - only for deception

twisted - beyond comprehension

Are words indeed weapons

inflicting scars, that deepen

the chasms, between one and all?

Words, what are they, after all?

Merely alphabets, jumbled together,

letters, strung one after another,

Let truth be no measure,

for these are, mere words, after all!