Words

At birth the sounds that struck the air

They made no sense but to the ones who cared

It got clearer and distinct as life moved on

Harder and fiercer the sentences they formed.

Passion and love flow through them for sure

Defiance and disagreement their absence ensures

One punctuation here or there now

Changing the meaning and making them growl

Laughter and sadness oh how easy they come

When they flow in sync, rhyme or come undone

The words are long and oh so strong

Idyllically formed to make poem to song

At times they come without a thought to spare

At times thoughts barely even get them there

Whatever derives or generates them now

Thankful they are for every consonant and vowel

The birth or death you will decide

In love or hate when you recite

They come easy to all who know the rules

They keep them up all night the fools

Finally when they leave the lips that utter them

Or when they are put to pen

Not a soul can take or change the feel

Those wound only time can heal

Let them come fast and without a thought to spare

Let them come slow and gently with care

Love them and lead them to their only grave

Words are powerful and meant only for the brave!

Beauty!

Nothing has changed from within
It's just as it used to be
A new dress to fancy your whims
Is now what you can see

The person inside - a happy soul
Now may bear a frown
For all the times with burden she bore
Waited for the genuine crown

She hoped and prayed for a watchful eye
For someone who could see beyond
All the skin and layers she wore
And gently would he respond

To every word and move she made
To see the woman inside
No fancy clothes or blush to show
What he needs now in his own bride

Now she is all plush and pruned
Lady in all terms vain
Her soul though remains un-turned
Burned with all the pain

Did she find a worthy friend
Or a foe so charmed by her
All the grace and courtesy games
Now undone as it were

A smile she wants to wear again
It seems to evade her face
Questions burning inside her head
Wondering how to erase

She knows she hasn't changed within
She knows its all the same
The eyes that dawn upon her skin
Somehow seem more than vain

She was there as time before
With all beauty to bare
The windows then for her soul
Seemed a little less to stare

They looked and saw and did not respond
For how could they convince their hearts
Beauty to them isn't whats in
But more of what helps the eyelids part!