When thinking is blocked
Thoughts get clogged
Ideas do not arise in the mind
As if intellect is left behind.
Trying so hard to think
And put my thoughts into an ink
Only let my emotions sink
Into an abyss of sorrows, in a wink.
Sat for an hour to construct a line
Each line sounded like drinking a brine
None of the lines were reading fine
As if my mind was intoxicated by wine.
Nothing around seemed right
When, for months, I could not write.
Felt as if I have lost my sight
of intellectual might.
Now with this piece
I aspire to regain my pace
To once again come back to track
To continue writing after backtracking.
~Deepak Raj Chetri