Feelings and desires
Shaping my thought.
A quest to pen it down,
And all of a sudden my imagination is lost.
A lump in my head ,
Growing bigger and bigger.
The gun is loaded ,
But there’s a glitch in the trigger.
I am helpless,
My heart writhes whilst.
The mind hunts for words,
Together they fight for zilch.
I write three words,
Cutting two of them next.
With the remaining left,
Outlandish it is, I still wish to finish the text.
I recall those days,
When my words had much more to it.
The water gurgled, birds chirped
And I could write the whole world in ink.
Now knowing I will never capture the finale,
I escape the infinite cost.
Converting my travail to trash,
The ink flux ceasefire as my imagination is lost.
ps: This was written 2 years ago and again not because I wanted to write it but because I had to write something which I couldn't finally come up with. Strange are the vents of creativity.I will define it as a moment of creative atyachaar.