SO I WRITE.

Ah! It has been so long since I put any of my thoughts on paper, or any idea here. A writer's bloc, perhaps! But that got me thinking, days and nights, and i could not stop my self from finally picking up a pen and a paper. And then typing it up!

Once again,

after what feels like ages,

I am searching for a rhythm,

a rhyme

in my words.

Afraid of being labelled,

again,

a ‘post-modernist’,

I wonder if my words

are worth the risk.

I remember, you raised an eyebrow,

with a curious smile,

that day,

and asked why I had not

written for a while.

I looked away.

Today, what do I say?

That I am not so sure,

anymore?

That my words fail

to make sense to my own father?

Then why would the World,

my friend,

not mock me, flick me away?

Whatever can I accomplish

Anyway?

And, now

as my pen quivers,

flows and leaves a puddle

of ink at a point,

I know why I write.

Semi-conscious dreams

all these nights..

Let them see, and call me a fool.

My mind twitches, bursts with hope.

The words spill, and the ink seeps in, dries.