A single word does not pass,
Dry and dreary, Oh so parched!
Once so full, the plenitude!
Emptiness now, so seclude
Pen and paper sit side by side,
Facing away, a gruesome fight,
Mutiny this, sprung up on me,
I cannot abide this silent spree!
Brain cells tingle with despair,
Time ticks by, dangling a sword,
How, pray, do I break this Curse?
Coffee, candles, hand of God?
I search in vain, there is no light,
Buzzing ears and fireflies,
O gracious words! Do not so mock!
Banish thyself, Writer's Block!
Edit (19th, Nov):
Today's Pratibha's B'day!! (She's my mami, but then she's the coolest too) She's apparently not here, she's in Hong Kong. So happy b'day.
Also, Happy Bday, Ashu Anna. It's a much sadder place without you.
(You would think, good memory is a good thing. Times like these, it hurts like hell)