A NAP....

I sit with an unknown thought to pen down

Amend my place from a chair to a calm lawn

Witty? Romance? No its emotion I rethink.

Not lucid about something that I can ink...

As confused when I first heard her talkative eyes...

that may heat in this ice...

 a soothe even in Danger...

my thought, now, a known stranger.

I pen this line with respite in my breath...

words, still dark as Death...

See her legs how they can dance...

Elegant she is, at her I glance

saw, smirked at me as a joke...

At my wacky face, lungs that smoke

This time I try my pen on the side of glee

a blank; something pricking inside me

Pen is numb when thoughts around me they gather

These futile lines keep my ballet untidy; I bother

Pooped I revert back to nip coffee in the cup

I raise my hands and I give up

Tomorrow is an usual day as a busy Teen...

As yesterday hugging the very routine...

Between Think and ink intact still is the gap
glad, for i had this nap