Facets of Words

Should words, like rain drops; Pelt your heart? Get drenched; Soak yourself, quench the earning, of your parched soul. When words corrode, your very reasoning? Then build groynes, that stops the breach. Secure your mind, from erosion. And if Words don't, mean anything? Then delete them, Ignore the lamenting. Could, Words mean, nothing at all? Wipe the dampness, and warm the skin. Keep cold away, from her din. If words hurt you ? just wash away, by drowning your soul, with your reasoning. Should words for a moment, or second, comfort you? Cease the moment, live eternally. Wear it like a tiara, nobly. Words engraved on a slab of stone. By, the skilled hand of an artisan. That evokes the passion to collude; with the soul, that could not survive. Zeal of condolences described, in the EPITAPH. Applaud the dead, in their grandeur. Be it factual? It cannot still, Resurrect, the departed. Eulogised, in spirit; never in flesh , not familiar ? Or acquainted! A specter ; of your mind. Superstitions take control. Fear the nomadic apparition, that's not in peace. Rituals performed in dread . Lest they torment you. Its, just words spoken , in trepidation of unknown. Emotions ; enacting this play. Conjecture, enables a nomadic ; Soul, rest in peace.. It's just words vocal. Or on a stone, engraved ; Obeisance to a lonely, soul departed. Words have no colour, race, sex or age. Without which life, will be not be feasible. If words , were not spoken. Then life will cease. Like dewdrop's , that Stopped to romance, the blade of grass, in the warm morning blush. Word unspoken are like Hearing-impaired. Who does not know, sign language. Hushed words are like, an obligation Unfulfilled. Inside your soul they reside. Resonance of a yearning. One day they will shatter, your heart.