Falling for words is easy, But making the writer, in you, Survive is difficult. You don't get to live on bread and butter only, You start to crave, the compliments and learn to digest the criticisms. You need to live with the fact that no matter, how much you hate, but writer's block is your new friend, the unwanted guest. I'll often knock your door Ready or not. On days like these when you're unable to finish a piece of art you need to realize, that an unfinished art is always propitious, Of being a masterpiece, infinite like the starry sky, beautiful like the flower buds yet to blossom. But there's more at work than meets the eye. Because it doesn't matter how well you play with your words, you'll always be haunted by the fear of not able to write anymore. At the night, Or in the busy crowd, or while stirring the tea, unconsciously, a thought will scare you that what if one day, you'll run out of your words and phrases, to decode your feelings into a poem. What if your diaries And journals, aren't filled With the letters, pouring down from the ink in your pen, What if they become just a reflection of your mind — blank! What if the poetry stops, running in your viens, leaving your blood and flesh, alone? May be that day you'll stare at the blank page of you diary, and feel void in your heart. You'll take pen in the hope of creating a beautiful poem, with these 26 alphabets, but end up crushing the blank page, blank hole, blank thoughts, Inside you! Where all your words will be lost. May be you'll stand in front of the mirror and question your existence, because you've once written that you're nothing without your words, Are you? – Riddhi Giri
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