Staring at this blank page
In all its nudity
If it mimicked my mind
Too unclear it wud seem

Meant to be like a mirror
Visual echoes of all things intangible
One could write well
If the reflection ws all but hazy

Oh! How great it would be
If magic pens with emotions
Came to be 
Offering happy ink and value

If something on pages came to be
How much of a person can u see?
Underlying hate and pain
Shattered hopes and fruitless dreams