Inception

I should be a Poet, I had thought that day... What beautiful verse had I read, I cannot remember... Must have been William Wordsworth, or was it Frost... On a second thought I imagine, It was She.... Blissful Night or some other tag, I don't really recollect the phrases... I only remember the rhythm, music for the first time I read that day... The cupids arrow had struck Gold, Love at first sight.... "Words" I was enthralled... I had never experienced more pleasure, in the plunge... The ocean of words, like a shimmering tiara, in the afterglow of my newly found love... Even the detestable cult of flattery, finding innumerable synonyms in my dictionary... Reflections in my memory suggest, i wanted to describe my inspirer, in the nascent verses of mine... Am i trying to describe, the birth of the poet in me... or am I trying to hide, the identity of she, imprisoned in me.... I suddenly shudder.... These questions, that become my boundaries, imaginations curbed, Its on...