Ravished

I was ravished by the words
that flowed in familiar tones
as they glided across the page.
I was ravished by my pen
that with symmetrical reasoning
writes between the lines,
whatever that is suppose to mean.
I was ravished and seduced
into world beyond my understanding
as my pen danced with words
in clusters of mediocrity.
I was ravished and ravished again
that looking back became a toil,
something I will never do again.
I was ravished into doing whatever I do best,
whatever that may be. I was ravished into it.



15 November 2011

Prashant Shaurya
The beauty of a word is defined by its usage. And you truly justify it in this wonderful poem Sir. And yes, its a ravishing write. regards Prashant

carol
ravished! love the way you use this word