Some days, I try

but no thought passes by

or across my mind.


Some days are good.

I am influenced by my mood

and write how I should.


Some days, I have no hope

and no strategy to cope

with my inability to write in my trope.


There are also days

when I try to envisage

and keep scribbling my thoughts on a page.


Sometimes, I pick up a pen

and stop writing when

I reach till its end.


Writing is a bit tough, you see.

It is like a chest having a lock with a distinct key

which holds within an amazing mystery. 




A Mysterious Chest

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