The weight of words

Tension?

When you are angry,

people say

you are senseless.

Words

mean nothing,

become meaningless.

The toughest task

is to control your mouth.

I’ve seen

how randomly words flow—

not like fountains,

but like garbage from a truck.

Few exist in the dictionary,

and most

are words

which society has created.

In places where women need light,

recognition,

they are starved—

but in such useless situations,

they are given a place

which they never wished for,

even in their dreams.

They are being associated,

labelled

as words,

asked to carry this

as one of the burdens.

Ahh, as per those labellers,

negative terms

offer women

a place,

a feeling that

they aren’t left out.

Rarely do they realise

where women

are actually left behind.

At times 

Women themselves

use those words.

Few don’t realise what’s wrong.

Some participate in it,

not recognising

the power and control

language has over them.

Which puts her in a small box,

reducing her into a single trait.

The others do realise

and still use them.

Few are internalised victims,

and the remaining ones—

who have tasted it

decide to use the same

as a weapon

to hurt others.

This is painful.

Generally,

the world has romanticised

being angry,

short-tempered—

to break something,

to not measure

your language,

to not measure

the opposite person’s quality

and value

in that cold state.

What is really the outcome?

Energy down. That’s all.

Yes, it does provide some satisfaction.

But when you handle it

with dignity,

with calmness,

handling an issue

gently yet carrying

the loudest voice in the room—

that satisfaction,

that relief,

is as far as reaching the sky.