Thoughts Alive Again Poem by Gautam Sen

Thunder outside brought
wonder on my flow, but
some sandy dust blown off
the thrust inside.

I had a lot to express
and expand more on it,
reaching just a moment so grand,
that sandy blast flamed me in heat,
though desperately desired
but disabled to treat
the beauty in front -
my blossoms on the stem,
just so exhilarating,
knew not how to reach the
height of ecstasy.

Blow of the blasted storm
subsiding just as norm,
the verdant field of my dreams
becoming more flooded with verbosity,
got me back to the flow of spontaneity.