Story of words

You taught me the love for words
your idioms and expressions creating a world of magic
Those words and your face alight with it..
so familiar of the secure past and childhood of fearless, undoubted confidence
when nothing seemed to make me afraid
nothing challenged my beliefs and
the sunshine seemed to last forever.

In the chamber of your words, unspools the thread of your imagination
creating Big men Small men, twisting realities to humour my tender mind
not too strong, not too harsh,
like potter's hands leaving soft impression on the clay
you shaped the edge of satire, to get the joy of understanding meanings
and how words come together to conjure that world for you
whose every crease, every twist, every shade, every bump in the texture
all take you to that sanctum of words, far away in time, far away in space,
where I am not grown up nor a child, but as though these eyes and these senses have remained just the same
..Staring and listening to the world behind these words
believing in secrecy on their potency to make everything alright.

long before you realize, you will have enchained yourself
you will have committed yourself
and long before you have known
you will have become unrecognizable here.