Silence.

Once there were words,
Fleeting, floating, flying and flickering..

I tried to chain them.. they laughed at me..
Their whim left me dumb..
they mocked my enthusiasm, and left me grey: empty.

I waited.
mute- for my words
They did not drift back to me.
I saw glimpses and then again, the grey returned.

after an eternity..

a stream of words hit me.
hard.
rushing back like a gurgling flood.
leaving me in chaos..
suddenly...
I had no chain.
I didnot have a paper
or a pen..

the words sulked..
drifted back to darkness again..
I called after them
paper and pen in my hand..

silence answered my calls..
I was late.
Futility howled at me again..