The ‘un’Filled Page
As I stare at an empty page ‘What do I write?
Upon the vast emptiness – is everything I want
And everything that can’t
As Ink fills that emptiness quick, blues become bright!
Scratched all over – those scars indeed haunt,
Crumbled that discarded rant.
As I stare at an empty page, ‘What do I write?’
Fight with thoughts. Flight of senses. Attempted
Presented. Yet in denial.
It was a delight.
A fresh Perception. Glory presented.
Life never has a mistrial!