Sometimes i wish i could write a poem
with beautiful words,
that would make hearts flutter
knowing they can relate,
knowing how it feels..
But everytime i write,
speechlessness overpowers,
words disappear
like a whirling steam from the coffee cup,
how can you catch the steam
and pour it into ink?
into perceivable words?
So instead,
i gaze at the steam whirling around
disappearing,
and instead read the poems
with beautiful words,
that make my heart flutter,
knowing i can relate,
knowing i can feel the same..
aditi premankit 