It’s only ideas that I
hound me,
day and night,
that they come to me only once,
And if not put on paper, will leave
and take with them
those lovely unused words.

I want to enjoy words like
they were a lovely
but all i see are straining letters
filling up the pages
as i hope and
that they end up like
a beautiful pearl necklace.

Would i be able to
summon those
evading words,
if i imagine
an audience such as thee…

Aarti @ 14/6/05