Sometimes, I have a strong urge to write; One fleeting thought in my mind, Eager to become a poem on paper. At times, I am able to calm it down, Save the thought for later; But often comes the moment, When the vessel is full, Brimming with words, Longing to ink the paper, And become sentences. I can feel the quiver of my heart As I reach for the notebook. The grip at the pen, More confident and firm. That's what happens to me, When I sit down to write. How about you? **Do you feel it too?
It's the desire to write. Oddly enough, an article on Vikas Khanna inspired me to write this.