Words Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

Once words were healers
and I thought all my woes turned into blossoms
under the nectar shower.
Carefully crafted words used to build a radiant
world of beauty.
The joy of listening grew like exulting fledglings
asstreams of words washed over
a troubled spirit.
Like guardians they would lead us
to the quest of Truth
into an endless exploration of inner light.

Suddenly words acquired a deadly edge
and thunder that cut and sear
to spread terror as they march
in unending assault for no reason.
They build a shroud around the spirit
that suffocates ity.
They come as challenges
They lurk as conspirators
They flash like daggers
They hit like a hidden fist
They are eager to demolish
I've no option but to sit and shut my ears.
The bridges have collapsed

Like debris words fly around
in chaotic cloud.
by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India