As a writer✏️✏️🍁🌿

I sat comforting myself, inclined, 

Chaotic, jumbled my mind, 

Thoughts and emotion started to pop-up, 

Bewildered mind, how do I set up 

 Howbeit, with confused mind, 

I started to sort out the words to design, 

My head tilted, and eyes squinted, 

I pulled out a book slightly tinted, 

Hand supporting my chin, 

Expecting, words would abruptly blow in, 

Another hand holding a pen intently, 

Caressing the pages so gently, 

 Contemplating to jot down few line, 

Yet, my mind seemed completely confine, 

Books and table lamp are stumbled around, 

I was searching for precise word, yet never found. Howbeit, my intention was to put down some word, And sing atleast, the prelude of my chord, Subsequently, my pen started to dance, 

On the fresh new page at a instant glance, 

 Finally oozed out black ink from its tip incessantly, Like a flow of river from top hill sufficently, Gradually, filled up the clean page of my book, 

Messed up, yet meaningful to look, 

 Dil kumar saru