Pages crumpled and torn
Poems half-written
A jumble of thoughts and ideas
And a worn out pencil
I want to be funny now
And sad the next moment
Or should I be wise and deep
And get stuck the next minute
Oh! When will it pass
My writer's block
Or is it a sad excuse
For mere lack of talent
I wonder who coined the term
To describe this mental lapse
Perhaps, a dearth of inspiration
Or a career choice gone bad
I guess I'll have to wait
For the words to come to me
Although its really ironic
How I managed to pen this piece!
You wonder. So do I. All of us. We are in the same boat! ! Cheers. Subroto
haha i remember writing a similiar pice nice one u do have talent :)
you didn't choose not to write and that's why you managed this one here...an occasional mental block...it will soon rain horrendous in your drought felt imagine wilderness... good write Gauri, compromising with self...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apoem written wondefully written on a very common phenomenon which writers go through all the time