WORDS

WORDS

They say,

‘words disappear  as soon as uttered’.

Echoes of harsh words, but,

forever stay in the heart.

Like stone they hurt,

like knife they cut, the inner flesh,

and eyes bleed with tears.

Like brown leaves,

They rustle in summer winds.

and during the day they are like sun without ray.

Harsh words,

echoes too like silent, rumbling sound.

As violent waves, it takes,

washing emotions away.

But sweet words,

will be sweeter with each passing day.

They are music of life,

immortal bubbles on a stream.

Like sweet flowers,

they soothe the wounded pride,

and palace of happiness is built.

Like the gentle breeze,

it cradles life.

Like sugar coated cake,

a new love is baked ,

and in dusk we see,

harsh words fade.

But sweet words stay with time as life’s charming rhyme.