Sometimes joy comes
meandering through words
in a poem

Sometimes truth floats in
like a shimmering mirage
that dances

Sometimes you can
read a few stanzas and feel
life as it is lived by others

Sometimes one smile
rolled in a cursory touch
satisfies you

Sometimes a few moments
of solitude are enough to fill
you with ideas

Sometimes rain puddles
do not stop you from moving on
into the heart of your past

Sometimes, just sometimes
you stare at the PC screen and write
what you want to call a poem.

Arvind Passey
12 August 2009