(Originally posted on sulekha.com in 2010 – http://creative.sulekha.com/a-writer-s-prayer_483909_blog )
Uncomposted stories, uncovered themes,
yet to be inked on unbound reams.
Inherent ideas, incoherent sounds
yet to find cadences
the struggle on the blank page.
You fill my well with ideas
conflicts, lives, dreams
and amid the tumult, from far apart
a drop starts.
Then it is a trickle, then a stream,
lazy fingers make mazy motions
form words and sentences
my creation unfolds.
I seek with humility
this day and everyday I write
for creativity is a part of divinity.
(Improvised from another version written using my pen name)