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Writing Woes

Writing Woes

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I find myself bitten by the writing bug

Ever since I had this early morning dream

Of a lost friend on his remembrance day

As if to remind me to post for him on the facebook page


Haunting memories, thoughts following

Words falling into lines and stanzas

While in kitchen, while in the metro

While on road and while at work


Casualties too come in line

Though minor, they do linger

Salt-less dishes, overcooked rice

Slipping bowls, burned fingers,

Trains missed, stations forgotten

Mails half-written, to name a few


I start longing for a lonely night

Or a week-end morn when I could write

All by myself with my laptop

Giving forms to words in black on white.


At last, I do find a time for myself

Eager to express my thoughts in words.

But alas! Words deject me on that lonely night

They refuse to flow and just stay stubborn

As if they are happy to remain formless

And are not willing to fulfill my fancy


I strain and struggle to coax some to yield

To find their ways on to paper

They do fall into lines and stanzas

But then, in pain I realize,

All thoughts not there, all words not right

This is not what I wanted in fact.


I did post, a note of remembrance at last

In the page we have for our college mates

And I could find that the feelings resonated

Among all of us who had memories shared

But I knew for myself where I lacked

Though I tried some edits a lot many times.


But the writing bug has not left me

Sometimes i'm in a state of trance

With words following me all the time

When the mind is free, but i'm on other chores.


I do wish that in this journey

Writing would earn me that single thing-

The deliverance I’ve yearned for pretty long

All these years during the stride

From the world of business and its intelligence

That are often quite nauseating to me.


So, now I have this musing:

Like you have the kindle to read on the move

I wish I had a device that helps

To translate all writing thoughts to words

While in kitchen while in travel

I should be able to write whenever I wish !


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