The Wordy Poem

With whispers around
And the hustling sound
I was jolted awake
By the words around.

With murmur in my head
And anger on my bed
I woke up
With my eyes colored red.

Walking the same pattern
And turning the right turn
to get back to the desk
I write and burn

With the rise of dawn
I went inside and frowned
To see those scattered words
Lying on the barbie corn. (gokhru)

Jumping and shouting
Laughing and playing
They came to me
Running and singing.

My fingers sagged wearily
And picked them singly
Took a needle and thread
And started weaving them slowly.

Weaving and spinning,
Knitting and blending
I went to the market
As the title was missing

A store with some glass doors
Selling various art forms
had a separate section
for different word forms

In the hip of words that drapes
In different sounds and shapes,
Sizes, colors, and texture
A saree of words it creates.

I stepped inside and picked some
Nominated the matching words that come
Spun them in the needle
For the magical title to become

With luminous imagery, crystal metaphors,
And the captivating title that roars
A poem forms
And the magic it restores

Those lines who now talk
Are together and ready to rock
With its never-fading glory
They go for a red carpet walk.

Words Words Words
We wake around words
We eat words
We drink words
We digest words
We speak words
We listen to words
We feel words
We express words
We color words
We absorb words
We reflect words
We sleep around words
Words Words Words

A small room of words inside my heart has become my world now. A world full of colorful words inside me is finally settled.