Tuesday, 27 September 2016

the haunt continues

I settle down to write again,
While the mind plays a game,
A well from which I draw thoughts -
Comes forth as inspiration much.

The stars giggle again in delight,
Forcing the moon to grin boldly,
I realize that the well is dry, and womb -
So barren that no life can ever sprout.

Where then must I seek for sanity?
Can I shatter this illusion of serenity?
And succumb to turning a blind eye -
To the spiraling emotions in might?

The abyss is but an illusion, while,
I am baffled between true and untrue,
Unable to write my heart out, I cry, and -
Tears mellifluously sing my thoughts.

4 comments:

Chandrashekar Manohar said...

So very true, and totally echo the option of unable to write for myself, as for you, you can write panda

Arun said...

You are really good in expressing, keep writing.

Suhasini Srihari said...

Thank you for teaching me to write!

Suhasini Srihari said...

Thank you Sir!

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