Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Words, Encapsulated



how much mankind 
depends on words
that we need to pick up
by learning 
or stealth

use reuse
misuse

to glory or
abomination

words indeed 
are so much
of our existing breathing 
living loving
creating destroying
hating

we would not stop at anything
to steal spread
conceal

words indeed
and therefrom language
and thence communication

words
words

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(See also an earlier poem of mine about words: Words, My Master)

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Anonymous wrote:

the buzz of words or a blur of words
does it matter do they matter?
they must for they contain 
all that matters and that which is immaterial

come to think of it
words indeed are all we have 
From the moment that we become matter

till the moment that nothing matters

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Bhai,

I like earlier version better. Devastatingly accurate. I so love it.

charu