I
feel barren within
For days I don't feel the rhythm
Of life pulsating within me
Have I lost touch
I ask myself
Have I at last
Taken that never ending break
Am I finished, famished, fused
I wonder with unease
Have I come upon that invincible wall
Which poets call the mind block
I can't decide
Baffled I wander
Weeks pass by
In desultory surmise
And then this morning
During predawn muse
I open my window
To let in the breeze
Filter in to diffuse
The muggy heat
Intoxicating the surround
With a heady perfume
Peering into the dark
I see a clump of white
Raising its head
Amidst the bold green
First bloom of this season
After three years of
Nurturing a dream
The petals unfold in soft curls
With streams of gold
Brushing their cheeks
As the dawn breaks
In vibrant hues
I breathe afresh
The wall within crumbles
The heart thuds again
On an ethereal beat
A few lyrics float in air
I stretch my arms
To bring them to grips
Lo! poetry again I breathe ...
For days I don't feel the rhythm
Of life pulsating within me
Have I lost touch
I ask myself
Have I at last
Taken that never ending break
Am I finished, famished, fused
I wonder with unease
Have I come upon that invincible wall
Which poets call the mind block
I can't decide
Baffled I wander
Weeks pass by
In desultory surmise
And then this morning
During predawn muse
I open my window
To let in the breeze
Filter in to diffuse
The muggy heat
Intoxicating the surround
With a heady perfume
Peering into the dark
I see a clump of white
Raising its head
Amidst the bold green
First bloom of this season
After three years of
Nurturing a dream
The petals unfold in soft curls
With streams of gold
Brushing their cheeks
As the dawn breaks
In vibrant hues
I breathe afresh
The wall within crumbles
The heart thuds again
On an ethereal beat
A few lyrics float in air
I stretch my arms
To bring them to grips
Lo! poetry again I breathe ...
You breathed poetry and it was a cool one! :) Awesome! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Bush. Its always a pleasure receiving your comment
DeletePoetry is life to you! :)
ReplyDeleteNice lines.
Thanks Indrani
Deletewelcome back philosopher ! :)
ReplyDeletefor no matter how dark the night is can't last long
your words rejuvenate and energize thoughts.
Its a pleasure reading you as always !!
The learned says that philosophizing is the escapism of the weak!
Deletethank God i know any such learned :D hehehe
Deleteafter all there should be a healthy reason to escape :D
Healthy reason to escape???????? That's intriguing!
Deletebeautifully written
ReplyDeleteOh....Am going thru this block, Geetashree.. So, am waiting for something to 'bloom' suitably.... :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous piece.
I hope and pray that you get over this phase soon
DeleteWriter's block is such a nuisance, but we feel the ultimate satisfaction when we get out of it :-)
ReplyDeleteTrue! But mostly its time constraint. So many thoughts juggling in mind but not a moment to capture them in black and white
DeletePoetry is a good escape from a lot of darkness! Best wishes.
ReplyDeleteBorn again!!
ReplyDeleteLo! breathing poetry...! beautiful piece of work. loved it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rat thanks a ton
Deleteinhaling and exhaling poetry..............thats Geetashree! Hi I am there again.
ReplyDeleteinhaling and exhaling poetry... that is Geetashree......
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