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Words o words where are you hidden,
Deep within , yet so far.
Lost in yourself weaving your own stance,
Teasing me with the urge, yet refusing to bulge.
I seek you to weave a game of rhymes,
And you resist for some long lost crimes.
Sulking in my own vice, seek I for your rights,
And you show a glint ,then budge back in your nights.
I fret at the state where I lacknimbleness,
And you spat me for bringing upon that fickleness.
Theorizing my state I urge you to accede,
And you spite me for the random conceit.
Meditating over the memoirs of the past,
I acknowledge how I relegated you to the last.
Squeezed in the cerebrum you struggled to live,
But my helplessness refused the means to breathe.
Stuck in my heart and messing the brain,
Losing the air to feel, You got lost somewhere in between.
Gaining my life soon, I started to feel the air,
But lost was the vigor which was mine all within.
One fine day I wanted to fly in the words of the skies,
Like the imaginative dreams which I worn with you aside.
Then I realized you were tough to play around,
And I missed my accomplice who made all so alive.
Banished all along from my world, you got hidden away,
Scarily seen in some spoken thoughts.
You sneaked in with promise of a lost potential,
Frighteningly you came out to make known what was amiss.
Missing the unstrained flow of words.
I called upon you with the emotion of love.
Caressing you with the simplicity of the heart,
I breathe once again, As the hidden stood revealed,
And the words started pouring out all unrestrained.