Words Oh Words!

If I could turn my feelings into words

I would have given it a sweet tone of chirping birds

Would have made the words fly

And touch the sky so high

But as I try to search for that perfect symphony

For that perfect harmony,

Words wage a war,

It all begins with a trumpet blowing so far

And I am ready to battle hard till several noons

If it assures a solution soon

But Alas! As they go for toss

I am the only one at loss

I can’t write with words so dead

Upon them let the vultures be fed

I will console my heart to find another way

To express what it has to say

Till then Oh my Heart!

Close your eyes, I will give you wings

And listen to the lullabies, while I sing

Till I find the perfect way

Till I find a perfect get away.