My thoughts come back everytime

My thoughts come back everytime From where they had started To rewrite themselves Just maiming the words Always unfinished in the end

With cliched meanings, crammed full in a puzzled poem; Often make space for themselves On front page,smiling with luminous ink among fleeting bustle of Thoughts of other minds

But soon have to make blank space And finally freeze to a hush.........

To be rewritten In some other time In some other words In vacant ecstasy.......