When I sat to write,
To write something different,
To have an unconventional take,
To part ways from old style,
I found myself locked.
Tried and tested methods ceased to work,
As if neural pathways blocked.
But I ought not to give up,
For a thousand expectations at stake.
Every turn did make me stop,
And left me thinking without brake.
At last I stopped thinking,
To give it a look.
Surprised to see all locks broken,
Dear inner self, a new style did awaken.
On world poetry day 21.03.21