I write to bite

for the mind to chew

to get something right

to take out the fight in me

try to see life bright.

So I scribble and dribble my way

on reams of paper

that do not run out it seems.

flying high in my writing broom

careless words I groom

to vroom and shoot

maybe my foot

or find a treasure loot

of meanings and double meanings

whose endings are never to be gleaned

till my brains are wiped clean.

Sometimes I want to scream

dance in my dreams, or fly away to the sky

say goodbyes, or simply shy

trudging along with the scribbles and the dribbles

in my forests of wild imaginations

thoughts cross all limitations

A weird fascination for running around in all directions

Flinging scribbles and dribbles into wordy puddles

when good sense is scuttled

I wander and muddle

write and become fuddled

manage to churn something out

though after reading it I usually

knock my brains out

what is all this about?

No idea I shout!!

This is a total rout

I sit and pout.......;)

though I never myself doubt

It is a total strike out!!!!.........:)....;)