That fleeting thought, that ephemeral brainwave,
is all it takes to spur a revolt,
in the ever so dormant psyche.
That out-of-reach pen,
those never to be found blank sheets,
that increasing race against time,
to retain that moment of inspiration,
that has run dry for the savant.
Oh-so-perfunctory in his thought process,
so sectarian in his view of things,
leads a new genesis of life,
with a cursory attack of delirium,
like an evanescent lightning strike,
empties the ink onto the paper,
then treats his work like an after-thought,
like the message in a bottle,
left to wobble in the sea
P.S. I have been diagnosed with writer's block. This has happened before. Circa 1999. I wrote the above lines seeking that inspiration, struggling for it and finding it all along the way. I am hoping for a repeat. Pray for an encore.
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9 comments:
wow! will definitely pray for one! :-)
No need to pray. I have a feeling your Block is simply a "lull, before the storm". Anxiously awaiting the storm when it comes, "like the first drops of monsoon on parched Delhi streets...."
Oh haven't dropped by in ages - have been very tardy in browsing! Loads of catching up to do - just cracked up reading the post abt men, L'oreal et al :-)
And don't thee worry the verbal constipation shall clear up to allow a more verbose Parth to appear! :-)
i would say i see an encore already ..its always "dark before the light" good to be hit by a bloc k somtimes i think
that was beautiful :-)
Hey that was nice... and I believe in the first two lines very much...."That fleeting thought, that ephemeral brainwave,
is all it takes to spur a revolt"...
Parth,
Nice one.
Did you visit my blog recently? :)
Sagar
Hey .. great verse... hope u come out of the block...
Super work performed.
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