Don't try,
To force
Your thoughts,
Against fragility
Of words.
Till they fit into
A noose and
Die dry on a
Sheet of paper.
Don't try,
To milk your
Emotion into
A jar of pretense.
Till they choke
Under a charade
And fail to evoke
Any real feeling
Off them.
Let it come to
You like a
Feeble caress of
A lover.
Let it come to
You like a
Gentle brush
Of wind.
When you sit
Aloof and as she
Passes by in
Your mind like
A fagrance.
If a tiny spark
In your mind,
Materializes into
A thought to
Fall in love with
A word.
Maybe then.
Maybe then
Pick up that pen
To trace the
Transcendent
Line.