What are words--

If not bards and curse,

Words make us moan

And pain enough to groan,

They motivate us to create

To rip apart what we hate,

Words self-absorb

The tears we sob,

They jump through chasms

Send ripples and spasms,

Of fright and glee

Words make us flee,

Contain the world in themselves 

They are anything but not impertinent,

Words make us snuggle

And make us toggle,

Through the virtuality of life

Aren't they nice?

Words give us advice

They tickle our senses,

And are unprecedented

Words open our eyes,

Make us alive

To the beauty inside our soul,

Words make us whole

If not a part of us,

Then what are words as such?