It’s only ideas that I
remember,that
hound me,
day and night,
threatening
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
song,
but all i see are straining letters
filling up the pages
as i hope and
pray
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
