The cursor blinks
and blinks and blinks
refusing to budge, move forward
It is vegetating
just sitting there
doing little else
like me
Fingers move but words...
they're lost
Ideas....
they're lost too
The wandering mind
the weary soul
go back and forth
past and present
with periodic precision
like the cursor
that just blinks
and blinks and blinks
It can't think or dream
ponder or reminiscence
desire or deviate
it just waits...
patiently, silently
waits for words
that mean something
to somebody
words that express, that speak
that light a fire
that quell the darkness
that surrender like the waterfall
that can change the world....
The to-do list grows longer
the will goes weaker
the darkness within overpowers
the end is not near
coz somewhere in the throes of this despair
it still waits
and blinks
and blinks and blinks....
7 comments:
You - I am sure - are a light to many - your words can change the world - dont let the darkness owerpower - the fight will be won.
Thats so expressive.
However trying to fathom poetry with logic, isnt it that the cursor is programmed but humans have the ability to make choices? Maybe it is like that the cursor waits for a command and the human waits for the inspiration.
Just someone: sometimes inspirational words don't work either.
paradox: The cursor waits for my command, and my fingers don't move coz there's no inspiration!
:-)
there will be days like this when you don't have anything to say but have the right words to express them and days when you have too much to write but not find the right words.
Hey Arunima: I agree...
This too shall pass, But how many can poetically express this, there you go sis!!!
Thank you barath.
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