Hailing at times Critical at times Lovable at times Hateful at times Poetry ! Poetry ! Wakes in a hurry Leaves in a hurry Like a storm In a surprise form Midst a realm Of thoughts, calm.
In a hasty scribbling With thoughts grueling The scribbling pad Hastily turns dotted Like the sky afar Adorned with stars. Though mind cools down Thoughts lay strewn Perhaps to relax well After a hurried spell.
Back from work In the night, dark I recount events Giving some vent To compose Yet another verse; But sleep overtakes For dreams sake Where within a dream I view the bright moon Crowning my mind With a delightful mood But '. The babble of dawn Disrupts every option Again I stumble upon For a paper and pen With a hope, but in vain.