An Arithmetic of Alphabets

Let’s meet at the crossroad

Where sacrifices are offered in alphabets

Let’s capture whisper

And mooch out a syllable

Let’s sew syllables

To make seamless similes

Let’s plough paragraphs

And pry on phrases

Let’s wring wordiness

For a punch of punctuation

Let’s clothe nouns in gerunds

Adorned in adjectives, flowery verse

Perfumed metaphors and chaperoned by prose

And, maybe, just maybe

We would understand the science of feelings

***I did this poem a while back but I’ve found it useful for my mood today, enjoy!***

For the Love of Words

Let’s meet at the crossroad

Where sacrifices are offered in alphabets

Let’s capture whisper

And mooch out a syllable

Let’s sew syllables

In seamless similes

Let’s plough paragraphs

And pry on phrases

Let’s wring wordiness

For a punch of punctuation

Let’s clothe nouns in gerunds

Adorned in adjectives, flowery verse

Perfumed metaphors and chaperoned by prose

And, maybe, just maybe

We would understand the science of semantics

A line in flight…

From me to You

Words are on the flight tonight

I’m on a hot chase too

I can make do with a phrase or two

To tell a tale of two

Of the two who never met

Of the two who never part

 …but words are on a flight tonight

Sitting among the cedar leaves

The crickets play love on the bank of the sea

Sighs of lovers in the waves on the sea

Many are the agonies of a lonefarer

Such is the fate of a forgotten lover

I will like to tell you a tale

But words are on a flight tonight

and am on a hot chase too!