When Words Talk

I own my words

I am responsible for what I say

I am not afraid to speak my mind

I emerge with learning

I found myself lost in the world of words,

I guess my heart just led me here.

Call it my yen to learn

Or then I had found a way to learn.

Pages are plenty

Some written, some in print.

It is the essence that makes sense,

And again, it is for me to tell.

I seem to emerge out of the pages,

As if I have finally found something to tell

Yet another soul who is seeking what I 

Had found in between the pages.

I nudge myself to read

What another has to tell

For I know that his mind has imprinted

What he seemed to know

Or that is what he wanted to show.

I know what I am in for

But I still do not know his intent,

Unless I have delved deeper 

For interpretations have no extent.

Perhaps I will someday too, closet amongst pages,

And arrange my collected thoughts.

Maybe then someone will come along

As if to read my mind!

Words have mutual admirers!