confused,nervous,befuddled
shy,flummoxed and muddled
thinking of what to write
a tale,a poem or a fight.
he thinks and thinks,
not a clue sprangs..
his ideas stop
his system hangs :P
he keeps the pen aside,
leaves the pages stable,
he looks through the window
outside,
leaning onto the table...
a mighty wind blows that day,
he sees the oak tree sway,
the wind pulled its leaves,
it pulled its bark,
till the oak was tired and stark..
oak stood tall when other trees fell,
seeing this it seems as if the wind yell,
"y u no fall, oak"
and to that may be the oak spoke..
u can break my branches,
u can pull my leaves,
u can sway me with ur best,
but i will still stand stronger than the rest ...
bcuz down there, are roots which u can't see,
they r the strongest part of me...
i never thought i could endure,
i was never sure..
but today i realized ,
how strong is me..
i thank you dear wind to help me see ...
this fills the man with inspiration,
he writes his first creation..
the pen comes out of its seclusion,
he starts writing,
he comes out of the confusion....
look,
u can take inspiration from anywhere...
but for that with ur heart u need to stare...:)
