Alphabets on keyboard are laying, static.
Thoughts are, but,
extremely potent and energetic.
Holding on to a thought, even for one moment,
a disproportionate act.
Like perfume in the air,
it lingers in my mind, yet,
sometimes is annoyingly mute and stagnant.
Putting words to my thought,
many a times, is in fact,
Many a times, i type random words and alphabets,
they relate, make sense, how i know not.
As i write few more words, new thoughts trigger,
cascade over the older ones, creating strong knots.
Suddenly it bereaves me, between the lines, as i write.
in a flash, wakes up, when i am silent.
By nurturing this crazy act, day-in day-out,
I've felt, like,
I have turned from a simpleton, to a poet.
© 2015 Hari Prasad S