Wait

 Katy Perry roars, with gusto.

I catch few notes

Hum the tune.

 

H.B pencil

grips sticky fingers,

ready to make some lines it's captive.

 

A word-

singular, lurks

on the top left corner of the sheet

having a breakdown,

tries to wrap, unwrap

itself 

around the pointed black graphite.

 

A noun,

desperately leaps forward

to devour the page,

helpless and pale- it longs

for a word- any word that

starts with an E-

that old familiar friend

annoying and breathless.

It waits tentatively to

immerse in the milky sheet

Submerge in the whiteness of the sheet.

 

 By-

Anubha