For a few weeks now, i have been wanting to write,
Took a pen in my hand and again i tried.
Kept staring at the paper and my hands dint move,
i told myself , maybe i am not in the groove.
Writing a poem can't be rocket science ??
The hands started to move, and i wrote a few lines.
i couldn't make sense of what i was writing,
maybe to write about, there was nothing exciting ??
but in the past this was never the case ??
maybe this was a just a funny day ????
yes that surely must be the case !!!
Few weeks later , i decided to write,
took a pen in my hand and again i tried.
to my surprise the same thing happened,
will i ever write again ? now i was starting to feel saddened.
this is the time, when something strange struck my mind,
it was not me, but her thoughts that always moved the pen in my hand..
with her now gone, my mind seems so blank,
when i started to feel happy, life said, " hello !!! it was a prank …."
i thought i was a poet, but i was so wrong,
thoughts now feel empty, and this paper seems too long...
Its been a few years since i sat down to write,
paper is still blank and the ink has now dried.
Never took a pen again in my hand and never again i tried……never again i tried….
Rahul Venkatraman
