Red, blue and green, black and white,
They string together, often wrong and sometimes right,
Making chains and knots in my chest.
I loosen one knot to let some air in,
And there went a blue, right up to you,
Stop! I cried. It’s not really true.
But words once out can never go back  –
True or not, they float the seas,
Sometimes creating a ripple, sometimes a high tide.


About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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1 Response to Words

  1. Convincing… Thanks for writing this. Awesome.

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