The Writer In Us

There is a writer,

Hidden deep in each of us,

Trying to pry out,

From the depths of each one of us,

Whenever we see,

The sea of words,

Written by each,

Of the writers such as those.

Murthy's and Khannas,

Wodehouses and Christies

We feel like writing,

A comedy and a mystery,

A pinch of life,

And a handful of love.

Words fail us,

Thoughts escape us,

And we remain,

As always,

Readers but not yet writers.

In dreams, we weave dreams,

With words and tears,

With pun and fun,

With open eyes, we fear,

If the world would make fun.

We fear our emotions,

We fear rejections,

We fear inhibitions,

And of demons outside and within.

But hasn't life taught us,

For each failure,

There is a success,

For every jeer,

There is an admiration.

So let us put on,

Our thinking hats,

And write to,

Our heart's delight,

Without fear of rejections,

And inhibitions,

And of demons without and within.