Rhymes start to occupy my head—-
they scream so loud,
I hear the sound.
‘Scatter blank papers on my bed,
while I struggle to scribble
the words down…

Before I could even grab my pen,
I’m losing the words
I wish I could say,
I couldn’t chase after my
disconnected thoughts;
they drift my mind so far away…

And all these lost rhymes
will remain unwritten…
Like a bottled up emotion
contained and hidden…
and then stolen–
stolen by oblivion…

April 5, 2012; 7:24pm (Jkta Time)
Inspired by: Writer’s Block (chos!)
Dedicated to: Self :)
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