None arise just like when in need,
I scrutinize every possible one
Till its pulp oozes out infront of me.

Why can i not find it?
Do i blame my thoughts that are so obscure
Or the dubious heart that rejects everything
Or this mind that demands to know more than i possibly could.

I fear this might sound platitudinous;
Like every novice trying to be like those from whose hands words just flow
But these are my thoughts certainly. Sewed together in esoteric verses
Wait, I think a title has occurred to me!

"Puzzling" it shall be.
And my thoughts rewards me with satisfaction
Until the next time i try thinking of one
That moment, puzzling it shall be.