Blank papers, pot of ink scattered on the wooden table;
Muse goes missing from the mind as author looks for inspiration;
A tale of mojo and the world is the oyster;
Periphery of thoughts and imagination;
Tales concocted in the mind and creating of a new world,
replete with drama;
It eludes the artist further in its quest of churning the factory of thoughts;
Sleepless nights in quest of good story,
words connecting the dots;
Power of characters freshly baked finds echo with the artist,
as ink poured on paper, feeling the dripping sensation of plunging deep in the magnificent ocean.
Love
V
Love
V
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