Fingers on the keyboard take flight,
As I weave words on a page blank and white.
Penning down my dreams, hopes, imaginary thoughts,
Those moments when I laughed, cry and even fought.
Tis ain’t the time,
I said to me and mine.
Some day, one day,
I shall have my way.
Know what? A stitch in time saves nine.
Writing was fun when the board was still high above.
Don’t know when or why I gave it the shove.
Started again, sometime last year,
Giving the naysayers a deaf ear.
Now it’s become my only love .
Tell me what’s the matter,
all around is the chatter.
You see me going berserk,
Jumping and jiving like a jerk.
Shall share the reason but a little later.