The words are few while the thoughts are plenty
All couldn’t come on a paper and that’s a pity
The one’s forced to remain inside
May not feel, but I know they are still mine
They will soon find an outlet with a little wait
When it will be their turn to fill the empty slate
How many times do we see ourselves falling apart
As we notice our turn taking an eternity to even start
And at that time, I suddenly find myself turn and see
What these words do then, and what they try to be
When they remain stuck inside someone’s mind
And continue to wait till they find
The right time on which they must go
The speed of which can be fast or even slow
As I pondered to be like those words
I discovered the independence felt only by birds
My mind was becoming light and clear
Having rid itself of an unknown fear
I stretched out wide and held on to my pen
To put on paper ‘those’ words, while feeling the tranquility of a Zen
deepak sharma writes 
This is lovely! Sometimes it’s so hard to wait for the words to come, writer’s block is a harsh mistress.
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thankyou so much for reading and sharing your feedback. I agree at times its difficult to gather our thoughts, while at times we have to rid the write-up of our favourite words if it doesn’t gel with the flow and both the situations are emotionally draining!!
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WOW! That’s awesome. The writers too can find it difficult sometimes to express. Lovely writing, Deepak! 😊❤
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Hey, thank you so much for reading and liking it. I concur with your thoughts, thanks for sharing your thougts on it.
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you so much!
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