Thursday, April 14, 2005


My agony compounds

When mind is filled with
Droplets of thoughts and ideas
But fingers refuse to budge
To synchronize them in meaningful words

Searching for that trigger
That is becoming ever elusive

No coffee, books, music able to stir
mind and fingers in cohesionand
when everything is forgotten
Deep under rubbles of daily existence

A story, poetry or quote
Emerge from nowhere
Reviving the spirit of action
Serendipity is back into existence

Whistle of my mind train announces
The beginning of juggernaut
Resettling tremor mind equations
In systemic embroidered pattern

I often wonder what must have triggered
Picasso, Loreenzo and Buonarroti
To move the world into
Stupor over the centuries of mankind


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