Sitting here in this room, with no other sound than the momentary crackling of my knuckles, the chewing of food or a deep sigh to break the deafening silence, I sail in the tempestuous sea of thoughts. I know I should write, I feel the urgency too. I have to put my bare thoughts to words before they form an allegiance and conspire against my peace of mind. I sit down with an empty sheet and a pen, I try to write, I gather myself to start with a word, but in vain. My senses go numb, it seems I have lost access to the secret chambers of my mind where all the words are stocked.
My Muse has abandoned me, leaving me with a mind full of thoughts, heart full of aches, a melange of feelings and emotions running a marathon in my cluttered head but bereft me of words to express.
I read the pieces which I once wrote when I was blessed, an insatiable imagination always hungry for more, a rich play with words, but now a thick black curse mantles around me while I lie devoid of expression.
In this state of nauseating stupor, I stare at the vurgin sheet which mocks at my futile attempts of procreation.
The channel, through which, once, words sneaked in, in the dead of night has been blocked, the door shut and bolted from the other side. I try hard to gain access trying numerous ways to undo the curse but all I’m left with is a void. A void which sucks me into it and I watch myself by and by sinking with time.
I long for summer, the bounteous Sun spreading it’s golden hues in the naked sheet while I bathe in the spring of metaphors. Wasted by the smell of Hyacinths and Gardenias, scattered in the air, my somnambulance leads me to the world of poetry where the rhythmic chirruping of metrical wings lull my senses.
But now, the clouds of anxiety has replaced the Sun, the rain of grief and restlessness lashes my bare body and the morbid sound of unnerving humdrum palpitates my heart.
Will the sun ever shine on me again, will the tides of creativity wash my muddy mind or will I die here, one day at a time fading into oblivion?
The words you have written here are full of mesmerizing poetic imagery.
To write words such as this with writer’s block, one can only marvel at the words you’ll write when you don’t have writer’s block.
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Awh! That was really kind of you.
I haven’t penned anything after this.
“A poet’s tragedy” , maybe.
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I think every writer faces writer’s block. Sometimes it happens just because we write after a long time.
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Thank you Manoj , for sparing a moment.
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I absolutely love this piece and how it creatively brings this curse to lightโฆ
Really couldnโt have been better expressed, this is amazing!
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Hey! Thank you so much , I’m glad you read! ๐
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It happens at times, but Sun will shine again, no doubt. Poignant, beautiful lines!
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I hope so! ๐ฅบ
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We all have writer’s block. Your creativity will come back. In the meantime, your post was very well-written; it was full of beautiful imagery.
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Awh! Thank you so much, your words are really comforting! ๐
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You’re welcome.
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Yes: I constantly fight against a tendency to catastrophise during barren times.
After each poem, especially if the gap widens from weeks into months, one can feel: โperhaps that will be the lastโ.๐ง
(Though, at my age, itโs also more likely to be true!๐)
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Ha ha! No no, age doesn’t count in the face of art! Thank you so much for reading. ๐
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Trouble with age is that time seems to speed up.๐
Actually, Upashna, I should be thanking YOU: for the pleasure your work has given me.
(PS: expect you saw my message, via the contact form a while back?)
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Contact form? Sorry, I didn’t get that!
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Oh, it was only mentioning I’d listed you as a Poetstar๐ on my blog
(in the post called “Better Days”) and linked to your site.
(I try to always let people know when citing them, but didn’t hear back.
Hoped it would OK, anyway.
Now, talking with you, here, just reminded me of that.)
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Oh, I’m so sorry. I hadn’t noticed. It’s really kind of you to do that. Thank you so much.๐๐ป
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You’re very welcome!๐
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An incredibly detailed and poetic description of a problem many writers face. I find that stream-of-thought journalling helps alleviate it. Best wishes you find your Muse again soon.
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Oh Jen! Your words are so comforting. Thank you so much for reading my piece and providing an insight. ๐๐ป
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I am going through this , just was going to write about it . it is very relatable.
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I’m so glad you liked. It’s so depressing, I’ve been facing this for long. I hope you’ll come out of it soon! Stay strong, sending you love.โค๏ธ
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Yes the urge to write and still not able to is very depressing . but I am too trying to pen something on this , may be we will get the positivity to get back our lost strength.I hope you too come out of it. Actually I have been facing so from past one month I even dropped a post of giving up writing for sometime .
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Even I’ve been struggling with this since quite long. I hope our Muse hasn’t abandoned us. ๐
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I too experience this at times! So it’s part of our being๐. Keep writing. You have got a poetic language ๐
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Thank you so much Cypher for the kind words.๐๐๐
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If it makes you feel better, I just lost 35,000 words of stories. I found some f them on a flash drive, but theyโre at different drafts. Somedays, I just donโt feel like writing. Donโt beat yourself up too much. Make a zen garden to relax.
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Awh! That’s really heart wrenching. Such a loss, that was. The funny thing with me is that I don’t even collect myself to write. Somehow it scares me to just sit down and try to pen some words.
Let’s hope this will pass too!
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just set a timer for like 10-15 minutes and ramble. Then you can increase your times and edit a bit each day. I’m not an expert.
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Thank you so much, that will really be helpful to me.
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