Saturday, 15 May 2010


A lump in my throat,
My sleepless nights,
Tiresome eyes and a blurred vision.

Lying on my back,
My restless hands,
White ceiling stretching nowhere.

Too many gushing thoughts in my mind
My intimate emotions,
Heavy heart pulling deep into the earth.

Blank papers floating around,
My black gel ink pen,
Invisible words casting ghostly shadows.

‘It’s been months’, I thought.
Turned around and exploded my tears.
‘It’s been hours’, I sighed.
Stood up and wiped my tears.
Glanced over the room and was tormented.

None could share the grief,
And they just call it a ‘Writer’s Block!’
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