Word-O-Philia

Nemesis those words running into lines
I wasn’t going to befriend them to be
That I would have to mould them along
Sent chills down my spine, that thought

Had fallen out with them over time
They’d been the ones to help me evolve
Blank lines, an eyesore for those that taught
‘Outstanding’ I was, over those few years

Managed to gather them again over time
Sheaves used, to pour them onto
Bringing smiles to the faces that read
Those words, I managed to draw feelings with

Left them behind, only the gab was needed
No ink would have to be drawing them
Would never need a pen to help me project
Left me lone, not knowing what was amiss

And then I figured, that ink was life
Those words, my soul could bring forth and how
Not looking back now, since I’ve found my calling
Word-o-philia, till death do us part
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Rajani Nair

A polyglot Malayali, born in Mumbai, Rajani Nair, has over 18 years of work experience in a corporate setup, is a teacher since 2013. A ‘Poet by Chance’ is now a ‘Poet by Choice’ and has 3 books of her own collection of poems 'A BOUQUET OF EMOTIONS’, 'THE ‘DARSHAN'FLY EFFECT’ and ‘INCANDECENT ARDOR’ to her credit and a number of anthologies.