Words

 

I know you are there; right there within

I can feel your presence, and sense those kicks.

You are multiplying each day; waiting to be picked

You wish to break free; to make me go on a writing spree.

I hear your call; I can feel the fuss

I want to give you wings; yet, I don’t want to rush.

I know you don’t like to be barred

Yet, I’m helpless ‘cause my soul is charred.

You belong to me, but you wish to flee

Just to fade away from my memory.

Only to be born again; on a new day

In a new attire, just to present my say.

I know you hate chains and don’t like bargains

Yet, I have no choice, but to keep you under my reigns.

I can’t allow you, to come out in haste

For, it might just bitter, the readers taste.

It might torment; the bookworms will lament

Your occurrence, will then be a waste.

You will soon be able to flaunt thyself

And capture hearts, with your colourful feats.

But, for now,

My heart has a scar

And I’m waiting to erase the fear

I know you can hear, dear

So, hang on,

Until I’m clear.