Idle Pen.

In an attempt to express
Thoughts that go on wordpress
I sit down to pour my emotions
Through the blue ink pen
Whose drops fall on the pale yellow pages of the diary.
Nothing materialises.
And time expands the navy blue dot
As I keep the nip on to the same spot.
I look for inspiration
I starve for the intellectual conversation
Either with people, self or nature
Emptiness subsides
No past no present no future
Staring blankly at the wall
Words on the paper fall.


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