Words and ‘Words’
white butterfly on a black wall…
a black one on a white wall…
sunshine that brightens a wet, rainy day…
sunshine that scorches…
kindness that kills…
kindness that ‘kills’…
the morning after…
the ‘morning after’…
the Maker’s magic cloak I wear…
turning it upside -down…
inside-out…
using words that I speak…
also, words that I ‘speak’…
(Cryptic, do I sound???? ‘Cryptic’, do I ‘sound’????)

                                                               ~Monica Bakre

                                                                 Bangalore, India