In A Poet’s Mind

I set out to write
But alas! I could not find
A topic that would suit
The taste buds of my readers’ mind

I held my pen
Gripped it hard and tight
But it suddenly slipped, from my shaking hands,
And my thoughts began to fight!

If I write “this”,
Instead of “that”
What would my readers think...?
And slowly all my hopes for a lovely poem
Then began to sink

I looked at the paper—
White as snow 
Blank as my mind
But then, what happened, I also don’t know!

As if pulled by an invisible force,
My hands began to move
Words, I kept writing 
I didn’t know, which course my poem would choose

Words and phrases just 
kept flowing in the form of ink
As if those abstract thoughts 
got a realistic link!

Line by line 
The poem knitted itself 
And new ideas kept filling
My curious mind’s shelf

After some time,
I don’t know exactly when,
I looked at the paper
And realised, a poem I had written!!


Poem writing.. I think is not a quality which one has to learn or acquire. It just comes naturally in everyone. It is innate— because poems are are nothing but our own thoughts! But when we read the sonnets of Shakespeare, or a poem by any famous poet, they have something different in them. It is because they write in a different way— they only think, and their hands write. Those great poets can compose wonderful poems only because they think “wonderfully”!