When does writing come to you, she asks

In chaos

And in order

In love

And dislike

When I am reticent

And talk too much,

but really can’t describe

When it rains

And when it doesn’t

When it’s too hot to handle

When the winter turns me warm

When spring takes me home

And summer makes me calm

When it’s dark and I can’t see

When I see way too clearly

When it’s time to say goodbye

And yet, the words won’t come by

When it doesn’t matter what hour it is

When I’ve to rush through the morning shift

When it hurts too little

And heals too soon

I go back to writing

And it feels I am in my cocoon

Get in touch with me at anoushkabhartia@gmail.com

Writer. Buddhist. Feminist. Looking for freelance projects.