Hailing at times
Critical at times
Lovable at times
Hateful at times
Poetry ! Poetry !
Wakes in a hurry
Leaves in a hurry
Like a storm
In a surprise form
Midst a realm
Of thoughts, calm.

In a hasty scribbling
With thoughts grueling 
The scribbling pad
Hastily turns dotted
Like the sky afar
Adorned with stars.
Though mind cools down
Thoughts lay strewn
Perhaps to relax well
After a hurried spell.

Back from work
In the night, dark
I recount events
Giving some vent
To compose
Yet another verse;
But sleep overtakes
For dreams sake
Where within a dream
I view the bright moon
Crowning my mind
With a delightful mood
But  ..
The babble of dawn
Disrupts every option
Again I stumble upon
For a paper and pen
With a hope, but in vain.