A Pleasurable Toil!

I have been waiting for this moment to come along for a long, immeasurable length of time when under the custody of murky clouds wrapped up in acute darkness, a gush of breeze would gently stroke the quiet leaves which would shiver and in turn generate a sweet hum, suggesting an unlikely imagery as if a naughty puff of air has whispered a pleasurable news to which the leaves respond by dancing merrily; I, myself, would be sitting in a silent corner of my house engrossed in my personal favorite game of playing with words. I have waited tremendously to once again experience the joy of aligning words in the arrangement of my own, to give words the life of my choice and to celebrate the elation of creating something new. And now as the moment has approached, the words seem to outrun me every time. Funnily, my situation relates to the very famous, Tom and Jerry cartoon series. Like Tom, I persistently keep on running behind the Jerry, my words :D. For a fraction of a second, I am tricked by a false impression that after an uphill struggle they have finally fallen under my charge, but this delusion happens to be only short-lived as I am pushed to run further miles on the mindfield in the pursuit of my Jerry(read words). How I wish I could stockpile a catalog of captivating words in a lamp, like that meant for a genie and would get it all by simply rubbing the lamp just like Genies. Nonetheless, this menacing toil has an unspeakable pleasure of its own. The eternal happiness lies in the piece of writing that you know solely belongs to you! :=)