I know this is not a Sunday, but this post has been long overdue. Hence when I finally wrote it, I couldn’t wait till Sunday to share it.
Prompt : List down all the cliches you can think of. Now choose one amongst them that strikes your fancy. Write a poem about that cliche- it can either be taken literally or figuratively.
Writer’s block
The epitome of all excuses,
the stalling of the pen,
as if it works on an engine,
and never shall work again.
“Oh I lack ideas right now”
“Oh I am too distracted”
“Oh I am not in the feel”
that’s how we have reacted.
Waiting for the epiphany,
We while away the hours,
waiting under those trees,
as if words were scented flowers.
To not cook, and be better at it,
A daydreamer’s dream,
While roaming as a vagabond,
Beside your mind’s stream.
It is not the pen, it is the pain,
which you avoid everyday,
Toil you must, on sheets of paper,
Forget the sun and make hay.
Words of advice, of mine to me,
to everybody and you,
Pick up that pen, and put it down,
Ink a word or two.
And watch that story flow out,
and reward your very dreams,
Stop, Oh vagabond! and dive,
in the beautiful mind’s streams.
Image Courtesy: Calvin and Hobbes, (http://visualquill.com/visual-quill-blog/block-out-writers-block)
FYI: Writer’s block is a cliche among writers
Arnab Mukherjee 