Doubts And Conviction Poem by sreelekha premjit

An insecure feeling
an insatiable craving
is the power of seeing, ceasing?

an impossible realisation
a very pertinent question
is my mind not writing?

a sudden fear gripping
a severe pain my heart is breaking
is this all that's called my writing?


a sweet strong assertion
of a mind filled with conviction
-to write you need just vision.


the fear of impotence
slackens its hold
the assertion of the mind
strengthens the confidence.

The poet is relieved
her sweet muse is to be believed
nature seems captivating
huimans look interesting.

The nightmare is over
joy is spilling over
the pen is flowing
words are now in placing.

Thoughts are now ripening
fruits now bearing
mellow yellow, red or whitening
the fruit is for all to taste.