Lost in the ingenuity of art, I ponder over the brevity of thought
Caught in the complexity of plot, I initiate the flow from my heart
Nurturing the flow from my heart, I become clueless about the faults in my art.
Clueless, meaningless, senseless, I become restless.
Lost in the insanity of art, I laugh at the vagaries in my thought.
Caught in the propensity for my art, I strive for coherence in my thought.
Jotting down my thought and hitting the right chord, I feel proud for giving it a tough shot.
Moving with the thought, I entertain the verbosity in my plot.
Lost in the verbosity for my plot, I concentrate on the reader's choice
Caught in the reader's choice, I make my choice.
