Vanilla

I sat down to write a poem
But all my words lost their way,
I was blank and thoughtless
Why, I couldn't say...

When I tried to search the past
I heard every laugh and saw your every look,
But when I wanted to pen it down
It vanished into a shady nook..

So I concentrated on the present
And the moods that swayed me,
Sometimes you were there, and then you weren't
But it all remained behind the scenes..

Then I tried to be philosophical
And dwelled deep into life and being a child,
All in vain, for what I saw was a friend
Always pulling my leg and driving me wild..

Our casual arguments were no topic of literature
And other conversations were too light,
The songs we shared were already in rhyme
So, in the end, my notebook remained white..

Not giving up till the end, striving to be a poet
I remembered the smiles we chose,
Suddenly, all the butterfy kisses floated by me
But yet, were too hazy to be prosed..

Finally the light shone bright
And I knew what I could express and tell,
It had to be simple, genuine, from the heart
Just like plain vanilla, but still sell..

So here I am, armed with a pen n paper
Writing for you for the first time,
And since you wanted me to express myself
I took the liberty to make it long, but fine..

I want to wish you farewell
In black and white and in ways I do best,
And the patience I never had
Will now be put to test..

So I end this writing of mine
With thoughts that are no prank,
I'll miss you, and hope you heard me clear
For my mind is once again, ......blank......

-Mist