The Writer’s Block


Be it prosaic, be it poetic- it is a writer’s block,
Sometimes it sort of happens, my brush in words I soak,
But when it comes to painting, those patterns in your eyes,
Sailing behind those eyes, my ships simply capsize.

With all the force that’s present, I hit that sheet with quill,
Construct, combine, create- there is plenty of will,
Yet something’s missing, something great,
It’s absconding- my creative tongue as if I ate.

I search for muse in nature, even in random ‘you’
For what I’m dwindling here, there’s no one to sue.
I run around in circles, like moon or like the sun,
Still touch can’t I the surface- this is not done!

I walk voided on ground, the depths are far from reach,
I wish some inspiration could come down and teach
Me how to dig, to dig the gravel till the roots of words,
To irrigate this waste of land, but seed I for the birds.

Too many vague ideas- those seeds fall unto earth
But none succeeds to grow- that’s my poetic dearth.
I beg:- “Oh birdies, leave some for me, please!”
Denied, I wish they turn into a bunch of flying trees.

I wish that one idea comes in the wake of day,
And just before the darkness, I could have my way,
Just before it slithers, catch by hook or by the crook,
I’d care and grow and proudly say:- “It the world had shook!”

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The “Speedy System”


The rush is real, the rush is bold.
It doesn’t allow to keep things on hold.
Stepping on that accelerator we fly over
We’re stuck in light feeling as we hover.

Stuck in the present, stuck in the past,
Forget we about the future approaching so fast.
Is it too fast, is it about to blow?
With years our sprints exponentially grow.

Dashing blue burns through the air,
And through our veins it’s only fair,
While stepping down off we take,
Headed into cosmos at Century’s wake.

Trail our so cloudy all the twinkles dissolves,
With high pressure it pushes our moral resolves
Starving as it suffocates in it’s own void eager,
Aimless efforts yield no thing bigger.

The rush, the rush is in our blood,
It keeps us running as a fired up stud.
What is happening, how’s it absolved?
Justification keeps things resolved.

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