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Need for writing !

In Uncategorized on March 23, 2014 at 11:07 am

The mind is empty, the fingers tremble,
The thoughts black out, ideas fumble.

You hold the pen loose, you hold the pen tight,
You squeeze every inch of imagination, yet nothing comes to sight.

Frustration is rising high, just what you cannot afford,
Even the most funny of things now appear bored.

You look within, you look around
Straining for every sight, straining for every sound

The lifeless door, the lifeless man,
The silent lights, the crooked can

The creaking of the chair, the buzzing of the machine,
The whistle of the breeze, the drop of the pin.

Things old, and things new,
Yet no idea comes to the rescue.

So much to express, so much to sing,
I desperately need to write something.

Nothing bad ever looks complete,
Mediocrity never fits perfectly in the seat.

But there’s only so much you can force against your will,
There is only so much that your imagination can fill.

Its time to pause and admire the way,
Life will still be waiting for you to compose another day

Different exams, same stories

In Uncategorized on March 23, 2014 at 11:06 am

It lies there silent and still,
Covered in white with lines to fill

Gazing straight in your frightened face
Every moment deciding the outcome of the race

Your name adorns the top,
That’s where your nib comes to a stop

Your fingers ready to spill the ink,
Just waiting for the brain to think

The eyes, they scan the infinite sentences ,
Trying to jump over these invisible fences

The tongue, roars the words silently
In the dark lanes of the brain, these you try to see

The sweat starts scurrying up your palm,
It seems in your dictionary never existed the word ‘calm’

Little droplets start sparkling on your head,
With every passing second your future is being made

The heart , seems to be on an adrenaline gush
Everything is still and silent, yet you experience an insane rush

The lifeless white paper mocks you
You are still roaming the silent alleys without a clue

Just when defeat seems imminent to be declared as the winner
A small bulb lights up in one remote corner

With the breach, comes out the gushing flow
On the mocking paper the fingers deliver the blow

The small thought having come to the rescue,
The fingers punish the paper black or blue

You think you Iearnt your lesson, next time you shall prepare well
But trust me, every exam day has the same story to tell

The old school

In Uncategorized on March 20, 2014 at 4:33 am

Those days of walks in the night
And the endless wait till you were out of sight

Those days of going without food
Just because talking to you felt good

Those days of an ugly long fight
And reluctantly agreeing that you were right

Those days of suffering the bus ride
Just to have you sit by my side

Those days of cold coffee
Wherein like a small kid you treated me

Those days of after college study
Just so that you I could see

Those days of waking at the first ring
Just so that a good morning greeting I could sing

Those days, how I wish was today
So that freely “I love you” you could say

Distances have lengthened, time has spanned
Yet the innocent love hasn’t been tanned

Before I end, just wanna do it the old school
I don’t know what you wearing, but I am sure you look graciously beautiful.