My Words

My words are not my fault,

Nor my obsession,

They just drizzle down

From my heart, 

Touching the soul,

Breaking all the barriers,

They land as warriors.

My words are in competition with no one, 

They just count their own footsteps,

Breathe their shares of air,

Occupy their own little spaces.

No regrets,

Not so greedy to impress, 

No crave for accolades.

They are far away from jealousy, 

Hatred & Anger,

Silently busy, 

Weaving their own dreams, 

In their heavenly palace,

Happily, soundlessly,

They wake up,

And walk alone.

My words are not my fault,

Nor my obsession,

They are just part of my soul.