Blank page..
Inability to smelt iron and weld bars,
Priceless lines formed by the ink from this pen,
Make it quite eccentric to write nonsensically
Amazed by my nonchalance, I rhyme
Soup of words boiling over in my head and spilling over
I might burst open though
Is there anyone aware of my dilemma? I pray so. I guess not.
Writing is my Morse code.
I have so much to say, that even words cannot express it all.
I’ve graduated from the dimension of the norms, a proud bearer of a mortarboard
I’m like a harlequin in a harlequinade.
Wrapped up in expression. Too heavy to speak out. My actions speak for me
I have so much to express, that even words cannot say it all.
I’m like a pantomimic in a pantomime.
Soaked in speechless speech.
Ability to freeze heat and dry ice,
Priceless lines formed by the ink from this pen,
Make it quite whimsical to write, sensibly
(10 December 2012)
