Lost Verses

Some words had lost their way

Allured by moonlit nights

Meandering into pleasurable diversions

Enamoured with the distant skies

Frolicking with joy

Lulled by their surroundings

They forgot to string verses

That they were always meant to do.

It happens…

Sometimes some words sit in a corner

Sulking and brooding

Refusing to be engaged

Many a times they play hookey

Like gleeful schoolkids

Relishing what’s forbidden

At other times words fall into deep, dark crevices

Finding tenebrosity soothing

And are too jaded, enervated

To start the arduous climb back

Then one fine day out of sheer will to be heard

They all slowly, inchingly find their way back

To be reunited with the rest

And flow again, as verses.