My mind have always been taught,
Not to love the charm of words,
Because of the distress it follows,
When the reality is a different in whole.
But ,words have provided me a home with a heart, a love for-ever, a temptation so powerful and a remedy so soothing.
Can such a vivid expression be ignored by such love craving lone heart? Words have loved me ,more than humans do to humans these days.
On lonely nights, and scorching hot dry days, in the all vacant afternoons and coffee-less evening, syllables have always greeted me with the most cheery emotion.
Should I still say to my mind-"words are an illusion?"