Final Line Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Writing down lines on
the invisible pages of my being
on and on, if only that
elusive culmination is reached
I could heave a sigh of relief.

Words came in torrents and
lines filled the pages of being
but not the right words
and my search went unabated
but I can't call it quits.

I am in search for that elusive
word which will spur me to
write the right line which will
incite a passion which I seldom
knew in this stretched out life.

Dry words from a parched
and sterile mind won't jump out
from my being and spread fire
in which I want to be engulfed
so that I know contentment.

Bequeath upon me a tinge of
the nectar of inspiration
so that my being soars into
the heights which it never knew
Hesitate not, for I may be truncated.

And if my thoughts don't reach you,
I will take out that sole line now
which I have reserved for liberation
my final liberation; about you.
Yes I will write that line and that's it.