Inspiration Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

As always it never dried up
oozed like a relentless geyser
that made thoughts sprout on and on
which kept on guiding him
in tumultuous times
unaffected by ravages of time.


But still one fine day
the words ceased to come
as if they never existed
unwittingly the inner churnings
quelled them with
condescending abandon.


The inspiration stood on
urging him to chug on.
He tried to purge himself
for the splurge to return
To be himself day in and out
to make him relentlessly relevant.

Then he found out a moment
when he became aware that
the inspiration was very much
within himself
in the hidden layers of
his unexplored being.

And when he found that
it guided him on as before,
he felt that it was just an
internal extension of
the external source of inspiration
that he relied upon in strife.

He know now that
both are same
the steady beacon of light
that remained eternally present
He now found the analogy
between inspiration within and without.