A Random Thought
For whenever I sit down to write,
Its always the same agony, a disgusting plight,
Not that I have a mind block,
In my mind, ideas do flock.
But whatever I think,
My mind does sink,
To know someone’s thought the same before,
The idea has trespassed someone’s mind long ago…

I tried real hard,
And let the ideas flow…
Wrote in the Future, Present and Past,
The stuff I wrote sounded so aghast!
I defy, I try,
Should I give up? But then, WHY?
B’coz the best ideas are always taken
And the remaining stories sound so forsaken!!

Wish I had been born years back,
So the credit to those ideas I could have
For today, I know that whatever I write,
For its copyrights, I’ll have to fight.
Didn’t quite want to spare this idea for generations to come,
But then- how did I know?
If someone’s thought the same before,
If the ideas trespassed someone’s mind long ago…