--Escaping Paradox--
Alone i stand,
Surrounded by words many.
Disposed at my choice,
To carry the meaning any.
.
A word is a word,
And meaning has a meaning too.
Nothing/void is a word,
Meaningless has a meaning too.
.
Some have shape,
Some have sound.
Limiting my world,
Words keep me in bound.
.
A word has a meaning,
And meaning is a word too.
Both change in context,
Like color of sky,
and beaten eye, is blue.
.
A quest to climb above words,
I need them.
Helpless and lost,
I find my self,
Not knowing from where i came.
.
Is there beyond words,
Some say gestures.
Gestures too are signified by words,
Everything i know of,
There is nothing that word doesn't captures.
.
My escape from them,
My path have been laid.
I do not know what you make,
Of what I've said.
.
I see it within,
Understand their function,
Their different uses,
Are not to mention.
.
Our beliefs,
Are taken for granted.
Words being one of them,
Their depletion has started.
.
Hold them close,
Let not them escape.
Yet as i speak,prior to i write,
They too follow rules and shape.
.
From where they occur?
Differences lie,and
So does concur.
Nothing seems out of it,
Everything is just attached to it.
.
To my endless tries,
Of saying and expressing.
Their failures and agony,
Only it words it suffice.
.
Pull me out,
Let me scream and shout.
To my dismay everything has a word,
Nothing has no word.
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