Random Ravings

Images floating in dreams. A barking dog outside the window. That bit of greenery in a concrete jungle. The fallen tender mangoes. The smell of ginger tea. The invisible coherence that each of these images make is difficult to convey through words. Or am I a bad writer? Have words abandoned me? Poetry evades me. Words  flashes in front of me before I grasp the meaning. As I try to put them in order, they change the meaning by themselves. Together they mean something else. Something that I had never intended to convey. They deceive me. A life full of words. Spoken here and there. Never to be put together for the fear of being misunderstood. If only you could see what I see, I too would have abandoned these words.