Self imposed
But strange compulsion
To pen my thoughts
In to a poem

Digging my head
To come up something better
So thought probably should go out
And unlock the fetter

Went for shopping
To peace my brain
Random thoughts
but not one good to explain

Now I think
Am slipping in to this well
Comfortable being lonely
Someone did cast a spell

Strangely
Guys pass by me
And am least impressed
Writting my heart out
As my world is now poetically dressed

You cannot
Win me over by sheer show
Get your brain working
And use words in a flow

What I wrote makes no sense
Excuse the poet for pretence

And this is how my sunday ended
Forgive me , if you feel offended


Manisha