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!’


INFO said...


aditya neelambaran said...

Very touching...very beautiful lines.But still i long 2 read a pleasant poem from u.Bcz i want 2 c ur cheerful face.Plz write a happy poem

Srelakshme said...

Oh amazing... Nothing more I want to say.

Bill Friday said...

Your words sound like they could have come from my head. No more remorse... for either of us.

J.L.Decker said...

Sad simple imagery! Enjoyed this poem! Keep it up!

Risha Kalra said...

An Expressive piece of art!

Love, Risha :)