Words

Words

When I utter the word

As I did many times

Which were barbs to family and friends

Without whom I am not what I am

When I utter silly words

A vice creeps unknowingly that

Might spread its serpent length all along

Killing the wise within me

Making devil of me

When I utter unwanted words

I close doors to opportunity of friendship

That might bloom eventually

Into beautiful tree of trust and faith

Looses its ground and vanishes into nothingness

When I utter irrational words

The conscience within me must have lost its flow

Untruth, unfaithfulness attempts its way through

I get muddled in the wraps of those impurities

I am no more a human then, but a Satan and Devil

Albeit often,

I dare to speak my heart

Holding it out on the sleeves

I opt to face the dreary world

Alienated I am for the rest of my being

When I utter such ill words

A motherly voice whispers in my ears

In its convincing tone of assurance

In its friendly tune of companionship

Which will conquer this temporary sinful moment

Assuring me that I am not as bad as I assume

And I am a soul waiting for wisdom to percolate through it

Let me have an unending faith upon it which will outlast even the Eternity.

_Sarang S Desai.