By:- Aishwarya Raghunath
This thing,
The moment
When you are all ready to write
Have thoughts in back of your mind;
And when you sit
With pen clenched in hand
Ideas all ready to flow
Make its art on paper;
and then there is
A coldness on shoulders
A sudden stop;
I know
The ghost of block
Has again caught!
Suddenly
The math of words
Permutations and combinations,
Into zillion possibilities
To my ideas that correspond
Recede back
Without attending my call;
There I am
Parched on seat
Waiting still;
For the ghost to retrieve…
To create stanzas
A chain of words
Mould them into Verse,
Sentences or Anecdotes….
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Sometimes the words just won’t string together. You express that very well.
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Thank you 😊😊
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Writer’s block no more! Haha ❤️ love this! (But not writer’s block😆 just clarifying!😆)
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Thanks 😊
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❤
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Looks like you conquered the monster of block, beautifully! Well, done 🙂
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Haha yes! After a lot of brainstorming though.😄
Thanks for the beautiful comment. 😊.
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