MY WORDS


My words give me life,
Kicking and alive,
As sharp as a knife,
With me in joy and sorrows rife.


My words are my strength,
Can take me to any lengths,
Sharing the same wavelength,
Taking me to heights nth.


My words are my joys,
Beautiful little toys,
I play with and deploy,
To create, not to destroy.


My words follow my sorrows,
Chirping away like small little sparrows,
Clear away the sad,deep furrows,
To bring in a cheerful morrow.


My words are my love,
Pure and true like the white doves,
At times cooing in the alcove
At others alongwith my dreams,flying far above.


My words are my best friends,
With them all my life I can spend,
Chatting,expressing to the end
All to my heart's content.


My words are my jacket,
My warmth packet,
Happiness I pick from its pocket,
To keep me cool is its habit.


My words give a form
To my thoughts,my dreams they transform
Into pretty pictures,of my realm,
The world they beautifully charm.


My words are the shelter
I seek in harsh weather,
Playing the role of a venter, 
They free me as a protector.


My words are my lover,
The greatest givers
Of love,feelings,beauty, colour,
Helping me recover and discover.


My words help me cheer,
Very close and dear,
My feelings they hear,
To my heart very near.


My words are my tears,
My smiles, my affairs,
Different shades of all my years,
Consoling me in despair.


My words never left my side,
On my behalf they always replied,
They been a true friend and guide,
I take in them immense pride.


My words wrap around my finger,
My mind they prepare,
With them everything I share,
As they help me dare.


My words tingle and sparkle in there,
Keeping me up and aware,
Making themselves heard in my ear,
As I cocoon them in my loving silken care.

©Madhumita