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.