Wish I wander in the world of words

but my pen refuses to touch the paper.

Words seem to have gone in exile,

seek fun in a hide and seek game with me

and I fail to discover their hide-outs.

I search and search, in right earnest,

to pour down my sorrows in black and white, 

clad in the veils of conspicuous verses.

Words; I summon you; come and cajole me,                                   

acquire my sorrows, wistfulness, my memories

my cravings, concerns  and  my dreams

my joy, laughter, love and longings                                              

my fascination, my fervent desires                                        

all these I offer you in an open pact, mutual, 

for I want you to dance in a merry mood      

on the wings of tides, clouds and winds

with the musical ensemble of my verse.                                    

Verses; once you emerged on stone slabs

that adorned the ancient temple walls,

the bearded prophets sung in divine praise                                           

those earned space in our holy epics,

the palace singers were honoured by the kings          

who enthralled imperial listeners,                                                                         

peasants fostered it in farm dialects                                              

and bards in curvaceous scripts,

movie songs made folks spellbound, 

people got hooked to journals and small screen; 

Why then you cower from my passionate pen?

Let me forget the looming fear of rejection                              

and forever  keep my hopes bright and strong,

break from the cage and cuddle me soon,                          

the poet in me needs to cheer up her pen.