Sometimes I get this special mysterious feeling ,
Sourced from the bottom of my heart
And spread all over my hand ...

That feeling of the keenest need for writing
Yes , I need to hold that pen and start toying with words ,
Pouring them all over that blank page ...

Words start spreading like never before
Their letters dancing gently
Following the inspiring trills of my heart beats
Drawing  fascinating picturesque lines
Waiting to be born once they are read ...

Filling one blank page after the other
Seeing the infinite universe opening in my sight
Thoughts running ,
Words laughing,
In the terrific nature's gleam and radiance
Prevailing such a flimsy slender touch of art ...

Need to be drawn, need to be felt
Spreading light , inspiring hearts
But if I don't hurry !!
They will soon loose their power
And I'll loose my super feeling ....