Tomb Of Words !

A poem, clad in feeble words,
Wants to escape from my soul..
Ashamed it is, of its own structure,
Lacklustre, dull jumble..
Of some haywire words..
My poem, poor poem..
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

In the azure evening,

When first star appears..
On the northern sky..
And the far off lamps ..
Stare at me, with blinking eyes..
And I sit to pen.. a poor poem...
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

When the evening deepens..
And my soul settles on ..
A goblet of old wine..
And poem dances in my soul..
I try and gather my tattered words..
My heart breathes free, Oh poetry..
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

Morning when I come in terms..
That my breath is still on..
I stretch my arms, out of the window..
Fill my palm.. with morning mist..
I sit alone.. with caffeine and to-do list..
Again a storm of words sweeps, a poem...
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

Then by noon.. I know again..
A day had come.. only to depart..
I stare at the foggy horizon...
I a shadow, not that I exist, nor am I gone..
Again I sit and search YOU, far and near..
And smoky eyes, blur my ink.. my poem..
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

~Manjuri~