Words are floating...

Words are floating

in the void of my mind

my heart

in the nooks and corner

of my body

between the cavities

and in my veins!

Words are floating

in the spaces around me

in my studio

between the stacked canvases

in the balcony

between the pots

in the kitchen

between the bottled spices

and even in my car

between the seats!

Words are floating

every where!

I feel them

see them

meet them

every where!

Constantly

talking to me

sometimes

telling a story

sometimes

weaving a verse

or even a haiku!

Words are floating

like the

monsoon winds

laden with moisture

ready to come down

on paper

get immortalized

black on white!

Words these words

are just floating

eluding

the pen and its ink

scared

to face the world!

Words are floating

like my thoughts

as I wait

for the cloud burst

to drench

the paper

and along with it

my soul!

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