s’Word’

We choose to communicate

We choose a means

We choose the most powerful

We choose the words

We mail, we text

So as to express

You feel your heart

You spell it out

You spell it wrong

They get it wrong

They feel it wrong

They feel it’s wrong

They interpret

Again and again

From left to right

And back and forth

They get the same

Because you ‘misspelled’ the same

They feel the pain

Of your mistake

They blame the same

On you and them

You come to know

Of the same

By the time

You get to know its

Late in the day

To change a thing

To express is right

You express it wrong

Then nothing is left

So choose wisely

Before you write

Or else you might

Cut yourself

With the mighty s’Word’

And for the ones who read

Take the pain of reading again

Or else it will pain again and again…

How much…

She was trying to say something

Since a couple of days

She finally brought it out

In her own ways

I for one couldn’t understand

What it meant or how much it means

So I passed it by in my busy routine

Not realizing how much it hurt

Then she decided to let me know

How much she was hurt,

She started it but left it unsaid

Now I wait for her to come back

And finish what she had left unsaid

For I am not god

To read what’s in her mind

It took me couple of days to realize

How much it might have hurt

Now my apologies wouldn’t stand

In front of the grieve she had to face…

For Her

When I walked through the fog

She was the light

When I walked all alone

Hers was the hand I held

When I had to talk

She was there to listen

When I cried

She was the one to console

When I wanted to laugh

She was there to make me

Now out in the dark all alone

I could not find her arm

I can’t hear her voice

I can’t feel her presence

I can’t see her glittering smile

Where did I loose her I ask?

To myself for an answer

But I find none,

Seems I will have to keep looking for her

May be she will walk up to help an old friend…