Empty thoughts

What should I write about today?

A whiff of a familiar air takes me back to one day.

A misty spectacle of a pleasant afternoon.

When everything seemed to be in place like a fairy tale.

I sit down to pen it down, but I grapple with words.

They elude me, while I stretch my hands in desperation.

But then I realise there are many such afternoons.

That inspire poetry and still dodge me like the rainbow in the sky.

Or, like the morning drop of dew that leaves me craving for more.

Still in search of those afternoons and the words that leave me longing.

And, I know this pursuit shall never end, but the afternoons might have.