Words Comments

Words even though originate from the deep within unawares need to be weighed before putting before as the words spelt can never be returned back..The convulsions from which originate they are very difficult to state it.

They come out from a silence, where do they come from, none can say ti about. Words never end they, keep it coming.

Words, how the texture of them, how are the words netted and woven into? How do words mesmerize? An obsession with words, a poet's obsession, how to put it before and present for a worldview?

Words come out from the depth of silence, but take a turn when they are used and applied in to suit different purposes and propositions. The poetess asking us be beware of forbids us to take them lightly as these can be volcanic and cooling too. The words come from the depth of the heart. The same too may from the heart of a lover passionately in love with.

Words, words, a tryst with words, poetical words which do not seem to be stopping, almost growing up with time just like the leaves grow on the branches of the trees and its twigs similar thew case with a poetry-writer. Poetry to put it otherwise is a trail of words and images. As the trains with the bogies tumble down so the carts of poetic images.

A unique poem! Words are, to her -" They grow on me like leaves" - how touching!

Listening sweet word running feet come in pause. A brilliant and nice poem of the day we have read.

When words juggle in the mind of a poet leaving him a little confused of which to use. Beautiful

This is what goes through a poets mind always. Such a beautiful poem. Loved the way the words are woven here. Thanks for sharing.

Nice one.. words play both ways....clear 10 if swords have two sides then decide it shall have blood on an edge if so, it can bring revolution on the page Hasmukh Mehta

Words are seemingly both a joy and a cross for this poet...beautifully written and conceived.

Look, a sea with paralyzing waves, A blast of burning air or, A knife most willing to cut your best Friend's throat... Words are a nuisance......./// greatly written; superb naturally expression on the words which silently takes birth in every womb of existence /////

Super poem I love it

Lovely poem l like the poem

Kamala Das expressed through words. This is a wonderful poem which explains the meaning of words to her.

Words are special for Kamala Das. After all they give body to her thoughts.

Special. Because they give body to her thoughts.

Can u even state the meaning

Words are just sounds......we give meaning to them........according to custom and convention.

I just think this poem says everything it needs to.