Let me share with you a news
And that's about my angry muse
Snatching heart to say something
No words in tongue
No dreams in eyes
No thoughts in mind
Open pen with ink dried
I can't tell how hard I tried
Blocked brains this blankness haunts
Like a starless sky or a moonless night
Rain has showered all in vain
Neither joys speak nor does pain
My pen had once an edge like blade
Disuse has dulled my tools of trade
Hear O Lord! My heart is ill
Where has gone my writing skill?
Ah but yor writin skill even here is in fabulous mode n style. U may feel out of muse but atleast u cud write dis for us to enjoy. Warmest regards
How great minds think alike.....! Recently when I experienced a similar block, I wrote a poem.... My Problem with Words which I haven't posted yet...! But Shahzia.... you have a glib pen.... With Zaynub, I must also assure you...'disuse' has in no way affected the force and might of that weapon you weild.... Crisp and beautiful poem!
My pen had once an edge like blade Disuse has dulled my tools of trade Some times disuse keeps the edge protected. All it needs is resharpening and honing. Beautiful poem. Please keep the edge moving. Thank you.
The pen is sharp and wet and the hands that hold it are powerful. Disuse is better than abuse and misuse.. Be judicious and that is enough.
dear shahzia hello I feel the same about my muse. she has gotten lazy lately I am encouraging to respond lovely write
A true tale and a thoughtful testimony that many poets can identify with. Well done my friend1
Like supplication, Remembered O lift me a cloud a leaf, I fall upon the thorn of life, I bleed........well writ sis keep the flame burning .... morning is near birds are chirping
so touching and echos my state right now as well................but so straight and breathtakingly simple............
Wonderful poem that just melted down from your heart. This happened with me too recently. I felt quiet blank for many days. It was the tough time. I am trying to come out... Never stop writing Shahzia, though you dont want to post for time being. But continue writing each day something. Your pen's ink can never dry Shahzia. How can it dry, when we all wait for your poems. Continue writing like before....Waiting for more from your pen...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! an excellent writing skill has been bestowed by the Lord which reveals the fact. Save my sister my Lord for blaming you. an excellent write