Silent Cry

Words unsaid like debts unpaid
Silent onslaught of thoughts distraught
Cringing and cowering, seething disdain
Weeping within, suppressing the pain
Looking aside, trying to hide
The ochre deepening on my white
Wondering what his reason had been
It seems funny, but why can’t I find any
Was he aware of his deed sordid
For one animate would he have paid heed
Losing identity - can it be undone
Chewing on the betel, he saunters away
Does he even know what I am thinking
Steeped in dismay I remain watching
Vile in his deed, yet he walks tall
I remain the stained - once virgin wall

Writer's block

Words used to flow twenty to a dozen
But the storm saw all thoughts frozen
Some memories comes wandering
Through the past & present meandering
A solitary premature thought surfaces
Walks a few paces & just freezes
Another appears to come slowly gliding
The doors gradually seem to be sliding
My ears strained to the distant uproar
Waves of thoughts reaching ashore
Seeking release by breaking the dam
The words rejoice and create mayhem
Relieved, I watch the words flow again
Streaming from the deepest by-lanes
Within I reverberate with the shock
Glad that gone is the painful block

Writer's block

Words used to flow twenty to a dozen
But the storm saw all thoughts frozen
Some memories comes wandering
Through the past & present meandering
A solitary premature thought surfaces
Walks a few paces & just freezes
Another appears to come slowly gliding
The doors gradually seem to be sliding
My ears strained to the distant uproar
Waves of thoughts reaching ashore
Seeking release by breaking the dam
The words rejoice and create mayhem
Relieved, I watch the words flow again
Streaming from the deepest by-lanes
Within I reverberate with the shock
Glad that gone is the painful block