And finally it happened/ did
just as I'd feared
perhaps a little too early
a tad too severe
but sure untimely
by any occasion or
stretch of planning
Just as the going was going good
words and verses flowing through easy
A sudden halt unseen
A wall as if raised overnight
in the middle of a highway
and everything came to a standstill.
Trapped within myself
aps I awoke baffled
girted by angry, half-eaten plots
half-digested themes.
Out of ideas
creative juices tapped out
left to stare vacant
at the blue firmament
long days, longer nights.
When will it rain, again?
rain verses,
pour stories,
a shower of ideas,
a thunder of themes.
What gnawed most at me
was the nagging within -
why did I not see it coming?
in the stale verses,
tropey phrases, catchy clichés,
repetitive names, unlikely places.
Why did I not see it
until it brought me to this-
this arid corner of my being-
the very, I was trying to avoid
through writing, through poetry.
Well, now that I'm here
Let me hear her out
and perhaps know her better-
for future bump-ins
and may be even a streak at
some faint comraderie
What is that you want?
Why can't you just stop
stop lurking around
like a shadow of glee long dead?
What name do you go by?
Boredom?
Writer's block?
Lethargy?
Life (finally catching up with me)?
Or just the blues I've been
trying in vain to vent through verses
and paint in the colours I pine ?
Whatever it is
that you like to be called -
leave me alone
For, I have
a poem to complete
a lie to live
before the dead catch up with me.
Leave me alone
so I can be me
at least here
on these pages
concealed among the words
cowering amid alphabets.
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