Jayasree

Words

Words dancing around 

filling my mind;

words metamorphosing

into butterflies

colourful and fluttering

their wings spread wide

ready to take flight, 

to land

on the blank pages of my book.

But hesitant and timid

they hover,

never settling, never still

and they fly away

away from my mind.

The pages not filled..

a fleeting thought,

a word, a line,

not captured and pinned 

onto the blank pages.

Words liberated, fly away

free as the wind

free as the butterflies 

never captured and pinned.