As I Write

So many things change as I sit here and write

I may have picked some of the ideas from keen observations

As I find the appropriate words to personalise them

Not necessarily memorise them or even invite them close enough

For they are signs, like the neon signs which flicker in a rhythm

Attractive, sometimes too dazzling, and psychedelic too

A city probably feels the mind-altering moments every evening

What I write about may not be relevant for many

As I play and pause the thoughts that I have recorded

Unaware, who’s next door, or right in front of me

My window has a screen of creative delusions

Here, in my room, there is a different kind of music playing

The world outside dances to a blend of songs

Sometimes, I starve my mind of ideas, to make it greedy for more

Some changes that I register, some occurs simultaneously

The pen does not mind, the ink is like a hallucinogen

~Amitav