Sleepless....

The drunken stupor

Of bitter sweet memories,

Douses my quest

Of the land of dreams....

I lie, half-awake

As if stopped mid-sentence,

While wiping the smudges

Off the dew soaked screen.....

Self proclaimed desires

Seem to crouch in the shadows,

Of a sub conscious soul....

While the eyes frisk the darkness

For a silhouette of sense.....

Yet the rays of the unseen

Fail to descend......

The heart seeks

A new wanderer,

To find his way

Into the barrens of emotion......

Yet discordant chords

Seemingly play futile notes.....

As numbness gathers comfort,

In the arches of the mind....

While I lie sleepless,

Waiting for my stars

To play a new trick on me this time.....

Writer's Block....

The soul, so numb

With frigid joy,

Has choked on the syrup

Of linkless thoughts.....

It comes to me

In bits and pieces,

How I can be manoevered

By the strings of fate......

The flow of life unhindered,

But the river of emotions at a stand still......

Yet I am standing by the hope

Of survival, through this ordeal.....

This conquest of lyrical magic,

That mends holes

Of my torn reality.....

I wish love triggers

That storming sentiment,

That can summon my desires

Out of the box......

For I am stuck,

In the closed walls

Of the evident present.....

The sudden loss of my verse

Tormenting my imagination......

As my words seek

From their golden cage,

Their flight of freedom.....

That they cherish,

That they deserve.....