This one is a little different from what I normally write, in that the flow is quite quick and spontaneous. I hope you would enjoy reading this poem!
Taking a sip of coffee,
I sit on my bed.
Thinking of something to scribble,
And I find cupid hovering over my head.
Then I start to think,
And I blink, smiling to myself.
The picture connects, I take a break,
Oh! I surely need some help.
But there’s none to give me an ear,
I just need to take the decision.
Let it be; I’ll write about no one,
‘Cause my decision has no precision.
Yes, I should jot down about love, I said,
No! No! Just wait, take a look around.
Maybe it can get much better,
Someone screams with a very shriek sound.
I turn back, but find the room empty,
The sound has brought in sudden silence.
Was that someone really screaming?
Or has my mind started to play violins?
Let it be; I have to start writing,
Whatever it was; was a little ugly.
Now, should I write about a princess?
Or about a young girl who is bubbly?
Wait! Maybe I’ve already written,
What I wanted to convey.
If something else is what you want to read,
I’m sorry; you need to wait for some other day.