As I sit down to write,
I am oblivious
To the world around me,
And my mind witnesses,
All that my eyes can’t see.
As I sit down to write,
I become a nomad,
Sailing across the sky,
Travelling with my pen,
I let my dreams soar high.
As I sit down to write,
I give wings to my thoughts
To set them free like birds,
My imagination,
Is unleashed into words.
As I sit down to write,
Emotions overflow
Quite spontaneously,
Enabling catharsis
Automatically.
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Gowri is a woman on a quest to fulfill her dreams. She likes to experiment with words.
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This poem is describes a writer in the state of “flow” or rather, writing as one of the major activities that help a person reach “flow”, only in verse. This poem gives words to my feelings while writing. This poem is beautiful.