Beauty Of Incompletion

Sitting so compactly,

Thinking very tactfully,

How to let it go?

How to initiate a flow?

Of these grand thoughts.,

Nurtured by lots and lots,

Of the classic figures,

Alongwith the new comers.,

Of Aristotle's and Shaw's,

Poetic theories and laws.

My inks betrays me,

Rapid visions I see,

How can all of these.,

Ever be compiled in a piece?

A single lifetime isn't enough,

For a poet to sum up..

The imagination runs amuck.,

The five senses get stuck.,

Lo!bits of that enormous world,

In small pieces of paper gets hurled.

Yet incompletion is muse's beauty..

The ritual continues till eternity!