There’s something peculiar about it always.
Elusive like a firefly –
Glowing brightly for one moment,
Then easily put off with a sigh.
Most of the times it’s difficult to find,
And it will never let you relax.
Moving stealthily like a shadow,
Embracing you like discomfort;
You will never find it,
When you need it the most.
Because it hates to see you rest,
You go hunting for it,
In your mind, sitting and thinking.
With a trembling pen staring blankly at the paper,
You look around everywhere,
Contemplating that you might catch it in the wind.
But like a tough nut to crack,
As slippery as an eel,
An idea is difficult to hold on to,
So you can exclaim, “Oh boy! What a great catch.”