A poem tangled in my capillaries, syllables of scattered thoughts stuck in the web of uncertainties. I catch the words, casually tossed in air, and juxtapose them so that they settle down in a meaningful rhyme but the clock ticks away yet another hour and I delete yet another draft. Then playing with my thoughts, I ink your name on a blank paper, your full name, and it reads like a poem scribbled to perfection. What could be better than this?
Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?