An empty page stares at me
I imagine drops of ink
taking some shape, undetermined.
Thoughts rush, collude, collide
disappear, boomerang, rewind.
Sadly, my imagination is limited
words say formless, shapeless, unborn
thoughts continue to wander around blind
6 comments:
Nice poem. I think every blogger goes through this phase at one point or the other.....it's like a blogger's mid-life crisis.
I too agree with J. But this does not last for long if you have the passion and love for words.
[J]
Yeah I go through that all the time...every few months I think. And then i only string up incomplete words here and there
[Auspicious]
Agree to that too. Just continuing to say crap, worth it. :)
Commentor's block.
@vibhav
Baaki poem bhi to likho... sirf title likh ke chhod diya :D
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