Words are just like chilli flakes
They add spiciness to tired emotions
Sometimes, much desired
Many times, misfired!
Tears are hidden often before its outburst
Profusely flowing once consumed
Either way, it had to follow-
The rule of contempt
If had to sallow the effect!
I am an artist, and so are you,
When letting the words overflow!
Covering the cowardice n’ follies
Of the path we had chosen to take.
Once for all, let’s be quiet
And try listening to the silence in other’s eyes
And to that heavy heart beat!
Might then we will find the sweetness
That had long lost in all those fury
Of the words, in the greed n’ guilt of possession!
--Meera
