thought

alphabets

it’s not about what it is,

it’s about what it represents,

else even alphabets are just shapes.

Deep down, we always know we are on the cusp of a big mistake right from its commencement.

Let’s sink,

In this drop of ink.

To every thought,

Add new wings.

And fly to land of wakes,

With fall of every word have the ground shake.

Strong enough to change minds,

Then flow with water and become undefined.

Yet known,

We drew our share.

And give this world space,

For more to prepare.