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 compliment
and learn to digest wy the criticisms. You need to live with the fact that no matter no how much You hate, but writer's block is your new friend,
the unwanted guest... It'll often knock your door ready or not on days like these, when you're unable to finish piece of art you need to realise
That an unfinished art
is always propitious
of being a masterpiece,
infinite like the flower buds yet to blossoms.
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 never being able to write anymore...
At the dead of a night
or in the busy crowd,
or while stirring the tea,
Unconsciously,
a thought will scare you, that what if one day you 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 the ink in your pen, what if they become
just a reflection of your mind - blank!!
What if the poetry stops
running in you veins,
leaving your flesh and blood alone?
May be that day
You'll stare at the blank page
Of your diary,
and feel void in your heart.
You'll take a pen in the hope of creating a beautiful poem with 26 alphabets,
but end up crushing the blank, black hole inside you,
Where all your words will be lost!
Maybe you'll stand in front of the mirror and question your existence, because you've nothing without your words
are you?
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