EMPTY PAGES

This one is an ode to all the words that were never written. Dedicated to all those who’ve experienced writer’s block at some or the other point of time. I am sure many of you will relate to this. 🙂

 

 

That killing urge to share those feelings,

The ramblings of the mind and its curious musings;

That strong-felt need to write it all down,

The deep despair and the occasional frown;

 Fingers they  itch, thoughts they embank;

But words fail me; the page remains blank.

 

 

Playing randomly and fancifully with the alphabets,

In the deceptive anticipation of getting it right;

The quest of finding a language for the mind,

Waiting for that one spark, that special ignite;

Fingers they itch, thoughts they incite;

But words fail me, the page remains white.

 

Too much to share, too much to speak,

The chimney is suffocating, it needs a release;

Frustration mounts, probing for a leak,

The Restless mutterings, the growing unease;

Fingers they itch, thoughts they bleed,

But words fail me, the page lies pitied.

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4 thoughts on “EMPTY PAGES

  1. Alisha says:

    can relate…

  2. Quite imaginative 🙂 🙂 Nice one

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