There are days of drought
When the words don't add up
When the rhymes don't make sense
The days when the ink quarrels with the pen
At such times, I sit and wonder what happened

There are days of flood
When the words fill the head
The problem now becomes how to cook them up
The rhymes starting to give orgasmic feelings
The ink making poetic romantic rounds on the paper
Such times, I just relax and get drowned in the feeling

Such a wonderful feeling to be a writer, poet or whatever it is
Putting thoughts to words
This in itself is self satisfying
Only for those who appreciate the art
My life, my words all in a single piece
Being the promoter of the love between the ink and the paper
Letting the ink flow whilst making the paper grin with utmost admiration