Words ,words, words- They hit you like flies Buzzing on a hot mango-sticky Summer afternoon. Words that pulsate under your skin Like festering wounds Refusing to be ignored. They enter your eyes Like specks of dust Filling them with hot salty tears They are all over you Overwhelming you And cutting off your Oxygen-supply before you realize.
Words that encase Evocative images Bringing to life Forgotten experiences Useless and inane Words that you gather Like sea-shells on the Vizag beach That you so tirelessly collect Only to empty your pockets And throw away The moment you reach home.
Words that jar and grate Like the disagreeable sound of Heavy steel furniture Being dragged on a dusty floor Words that fill you with disgust Like when you see a swarm of flies Around the half-eaten mango Carelessly thrown away Words that evoke the terrible Stink of the rotting carcass Of the stray dog run over by A passing truck on the highway
Words, words ,words Absurd words, imperfect words Hopeless words that signify The essential futility Of human expression And the banality Of human existence itself. Words stink. Words sting Words cut, Words blunt. Words are agonizing Words are dehumanizing.
