Words... Poem by Abhijit Surve

Writing is just an ensemble of words,
A rhymed pattern put down to impress the herds..
Its playing with letters, lets just be fare,
If not for thoughts there's nothing in there..

Careful deliberations, of a thinking mind,
Something new always, never two of a kind..
Few lines on a paper always do the trick,
A seldom progression its not witty or quick..

Its nothing without ideas and a proper view,
Its nothing if there’s nothing about me and you..
Pouring one's brain on a plain white page,
Mixing in different designs a work of a sage..

A blank leaf of nothingness one can conceive,
He who wears his heart right up his sleeve..
Does fill it with colors as time may pass,
Throws new emotions on a single blank canvas..

Words are not just simple means to communicate,
They determine the obsessions we love or hate..
Work of a magician who can blind your eyes,
Can never make out if words are true or lies..

Our writing reflects the world we portray,
Contemplations in our mind which we never say..
If it is up to me I'll keep writing all along,
Cause it keeps me close to the world I belong..