Monday, February 6, 2012

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

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