VENTRILOQUISM

I hide with words
Like a ventriloquist
Conceal myself in metaphors
And obscure the gist


But sometimes, my soul seeps through my writings
Like an ink stain
And I reveal myself
In odd pleasures and wistful pain


Because I write myself
In the words I make
In the turns they take
In the hurt they evoke
In the truth they suppress
In the bloodshed they cause
In the scandals they prevent


A word is a release- Therapeutic
A word is an Image- Calligraphic
A word is a field of study- Semantics
A word seems a Riddle to a Dyslexic
A word is a fractal in Interpretation
An image is a word via Representation
A word is a mirage- Non Sequitur
A word is a clue- Key to a Cipher
Silence is a word- Pantomiming
Words form lyrics in songs we sing


Some words spell the same backwards
They call themselves Palindromes
‘Hi’ is the most common English word
On every town and gin joint, it roams


“Why didn’t they ask Evans?”
Six Words etched in history
Those were the last words of a dying man
And then ensued a murder mystery


Sometimes words can foil a terrorist attack
Remember the Kandahar hijack?
People said Osho’s words made one heal
And Cobain’s words made them feel
But that’s all bullshit
As a mode of expression
Words are ultimately unfit


Our words like castles in sands
Will be gone one day
It’s all temporal
It will all go away....