Sunday, November 24, 2013


image from google images
It’s a cup fully filled always
From heaven some words will drop-in in some ways

Something will be spilled from the cup
Many a time emotions acts as a scoop

A writer scribbles what comes to his mind
We never mind what meaning we find

There is nothing new under the sun
But believing not to say it again is a sin

What we scribble is just not words
For many writers, they were burning wounds

No better than solitude for heart will heal
It’s always the ink acts a medicines to our soul

Sorrows are the fuel for the flame
Because on the divine plans we are lame

We always wait for a better word to come
And to the love and to the heart of readers we succumb


Love to hear from you. Drop your words for my heart; I can skip a beat for you.