Sometimes I just want to write
To take pen to paper
And feel the words pour out of me.
They’re inside somewhere
Hidden
Sane
Insane
Bubbling and churning
Waiting to be released from captivity.
But then
A voice calls
The phone beeps
A message flashes
And once again
I happily procrastinate.
Love your haiku-ish style! And you put into words so beautifully the story of my life as a `writer’
Thanks so much Shruti 🙂
Love the way you write Rashmi didi!
Thanks Tina 🙂