The Soul Sanctuary: 11) Sharp Edges

Feb 2, 2010

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 6:39 AM

If words were like knives

In the hands of a killer,

Their cut would be sharp

And our bodies would be stiller.

If they could cut with the grace

And the stab of a dagger,

The world would be dead,

Empty even in it's swagger.

If words were like sharp edges,

So easily bringing to skin blood,

Slowly removing a layer of sanity,

Our virtues would be caked in mud.

If every utterance hurt,

If every sentence could kill,

You'd be the only human left

With much secrets to spill.

If words were so sharp,

So shiny, so cruel,

This world would be gone

And crushed into gruel.

If you could hear yourself speak

And spit out venom with every syllable,

The world and you would remain

Eternally immiscible.