An attempt

I sit down to write a poem…

unintelligible words rumbling off my head

trying to grope them in the air 

barely making a coherent sentence

still there 're stuck in my head

I try to think how many times does the inspiration hit me

to sit down to string a key of words

in the midst of a coffee ,sleepy eyes and my mundane nights

juggling through pretentious self proclaimed poets files

i make sense invade my head

to sit down to strew a string of words

i stare at my screensaver waiting for epiphanies to hit me

i've never done more soul searching more than now

so many insecurities,triumphs and memories to talk about

yet my mind chooses to stay numb

Procrastinating seems like a good word to start

whether to exercise it or utilize it

the agony of churning my brains to yield a rhyme 

makes me realize that my aspirations to produce a poem

have been spurned by this doggerel

but still i applaud at my attempt

such is the perplexity of a lazy mind..