Words are more precious to gold, only if it's a promise otherwise it may smell as much foul as a rotten egg.

Tantalizing Thoughts

Fill, the world with love 

And I would live inside you 

Not in temples or mosques.

Rather in the chapel, built 

Within man. But,

who would endlessly work 

To carve the idol, ideally.

Where dignity by action,

And word by promise

Makes a man, a man.

Where emotions have little 

To play, but superego

Masters, the animal 

Least to be human.

And, simply they wander

To find peace and pleasure

In the so called temples, 

mosques and churches

Carrying an idol, a rotten 

Self-made idol, deceptive 

faces, in want of more.

Begging the pounds, leisurely

For sumptuous feasts 

Where words, become 

mere additions of mock 

masterprints and tantalizing thoughts;

In the urge, tomorrow 

Might be a mighty ocean.

: Parvathy Ramachandran