By Sabina Anand
There are times when words just jump out of my pen and follow my train of thought smoothly.
Some days I sit for hours looking for words in the garden, under the table and finally find them buried deep in my heart.
There are days when they just enter my dreams and jolt me out of my slumber.
Sometimes they are dancing to my tunes while at times they act like a fastidious child and lock themselves in my head.
I enjoy this verbose drama
now let’s wait till they orchestrate their next move.