Tuesday, February 9

Losing a Forte




It’s been a while
Since I wrote some verses
For this work and this life
Are pandemonium curses

When I sit by the window
To pen down my thoughts
There’s nothing to write
My thoughts have paused

So I stare out in solitude
At the sky; there’s no sun
Overcast in my boredom,
Like it can never be undone

I turn around and gaze back
At the blank paper, a writer’s crime
The nip of the pen gone dry
My forte lost with time

2 comments:

Stupidity Rox said...

dude ! That's like the most relating poem for a person ! Anyone, almost anyone can relate himself to the that excellent piece of writing !!!
I too can , like in the English paper i don't know what to write in the creative writing part !!!!
Hats off dude !!!

Valli said...

Nice one!

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